The King of Babylon, Belshazzer
The King of Babylon, Belshazzer
He was a mean old razzledazzer
Sittin' with his wives and concubines
A-shovin' in fried chicken and impor-orted wines
(Bridge: the lyric about the finger appearing
I don't remember. But when the King saw it...)
The King grew cold Where he was sittin'
The finger wrote, and havin' written
It vanished slowly overhead
And this is what the writng of the Go-ood Lord said,
The King grew cold where he was sittin'
The Finger wrote and having written
It vanished slowly overhead
And this is what the writing of the Good Lord said