The Prince of Parties

I’m the pretty prince of parties
You’re a tasty piece of pastry
You’re so lighty, flighty, flakey
I go where the party takes me
I’m a funky monkey junky
You’re a flunky, bunky donkey
You’re a picture of the devil’s daughter
I’m a pitcher of holy water
Oh, pretty prince of parties
Where’s the party now? I don’t know
Oh, pretty prince of parties
Where does water go? I let it flow
Oh, pretty prince of parties
Can I come to your party? No Oh, pretty prince of parties
Where do you get your clothes?
They’re made of snow
Pretty party clothes crocheted of snow
I’m the Mickey Maori minstrel
You’re the high priestess of tinsel
I’m the guru god of ganja
Ramashalanka lanka, Ravi Shankar