Canterbury

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