How I hate the Queen of Pentacles!
Sitting on her golden throne
In her domestic tyranny
All roads lead back to her alone

The whole wide world is a great big drain
And the vortex is her heart
Her needs and wants and
Wishes and whims
All take precedence on this chart

But what do I know?
My card’s the fool, the fool, the fool
That merry rootless man
With air beneath my footstep
And providence as my plan
Providence as my plan

Oh it’s such expensive innocence!
Never knowing any cost
She throws around her finery
For us to fetch when it gets lost

But what do I know?
My card’s the Fool! The fool, the fool
That merry rootless man
With air beneath my footstep
And providence as my plan
Providence as my plan