Lyrics

When we get to Canterbury It'll be great, wait and see The food? Hot! The women? A lot! And a crypt fit to make you wanna die on the spot Hey my name is Nick, I'm a scholar and a mover Alisoun's my lover, Absolom you are a loser Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey hey hey Pressing on ahead to Canterbury It'll be wonderful, probably Also the flowers, great along the way And the tales we tell both night and day Well I'm the Wife of Bath and I'm a real lady What women most desire is sovereignty Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey hey hey Well they call me Chauntecleer, I'm the king of the cocks And I'm proud of the way I escaped from a fox Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey hey hey Well I start to feel a hope that we never arrive Art is the dope that makes me feel alive The flowers grow huge along the way And we tell big fibs the livelong day Ladies and gentlemen and Geoffrey Forget Canterbury Brother Symkyn, I'm a miller and a swindler Swyve my daughter you'll be living in a river Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey hey hey