OblivionFall
Mr. Crooked
[Verse 1]
(Ba-ba-da-dum)
Mr. Joey, doing the Drew (Ba-ba-da-dum)
He was the smartest that anyone knew (Ba-ba-da-dum)
He grew the business out from an inky dark sickness
There's nothing wrong with dreaming, belief was the key
(Ba-ba-da-dum)
To bring the devil to our misery (Ba-ba-da-dum)
He clicked the fingers, formed inky rivers and that’s fine

[Interlude]
But I say young fellow
Have ya' per chance heard of the struggles?

[Chorus]
He made a deal with satanic forces
He struck a chord with good ol' Satan’s corpses
To make the dream reality, he opened the gates that shooketh
That's good ol', Mr. Crooked (Ba-ba-da-dum)

[Interlude]
Well I dare say, I brought this mad creation to life
And my goodness, it's going out of control!
Looks like I'm going need a quaint young aficionado to jump in!
Show it the ending it deserves!
In the meantime folks, how 'bout 'ya treat yourself to a packet of Ol' Whim-Wham cigarettes cartons?
Twenty cents a smoke, twenty dollars a carton
Don’t ask me how I did the math, just buy it you schmuck!
[Verse 2]
(Ba-ba-da-dum)
Mr. Joey, what did he do? (Ba-ba-da-dum)
He caused this madness that everyone knew (Ba-ba-da-dum)
He broke the business, flooded from inky dark sickness
It all went wrong
No more dreaming, the place was a wreck (Ba-ba-da-dum)
He brought the devil and sent us to heck (Ba-ba-da-dum)
He blew up the good vibes, got with the times and that’s fine

[Interlude]
Well, by Jovian, it looks we gotta amscray

[Chorus]
So now it's over, it’s time to say adieu
We wish we had more time, but we will miss you too
If you want to put the blame on any destruction conducted
Blame good ol', Mr. Crooked (Ba-ba-da-dum)

[Outro, spoken]
Well, we tried ladies and gents
Some things just don't deserve to be brought into this world
Why, we should be thankful and happy about what we have already!
Families, friends, a great economic environment filled with so many wondrous possibilities already!
Why, it should sure make us be grateful
That is if I had any of that
A family, friends, money, possibilities
Nothing for this old crook, I tell ya