Glyn Headshine

This is the ballad...

of a very notable fellow. (hehehe)

Down on Broad Street walks a man named Glyn With a dome

so bright it's a cardinal sin It catches the sun,

a mirror-like gleam Blinding the crowd like a high-beam beam (oh

no) They call him 'Man Head' cause it's so grand On the

tiniest frame in all the land But don't get too close when

he starts to speak That green mist rolling will make you weak! (aaah)

He took a deep breath and he said hello

And a cloud of bright green began to blow It cleared out

the square, it scared them away Not a single soul wanted to

stay (coughing)

They call him 'Man Head' cause it's so grand On the tiniest

frame in all the land But don't get too close when he

starts to speak That green mist rolling will make you weak!

Yeah, Glyn's little legs,

they carry him home

Underneath his glowing, shining dome Watch out for the green... (whew)