Troll Teeth

Deep down in the hollow where the water runs black

Old Billy went walking and he never came back

Something in the thicket with a crooked little grin Is waiting for

the party to begin (hahaha)

The Trolls use the bones of the dead to pick their teeth

Yeah, they're smiling from the roots underneath

Watch your step on the ridge,

mind the rules of the heath

The Trolls use the bones of the dead to pick their teeth

They got a copper pot bubbling on the open flame

They don't care about your wealth,

they don't care about your name

Just a little bit of salt and a spoonful of grease

To make a little mountain masterpiece (yummm)

The Trolls use the bones of the dead to pick their teeth

Yeah, they're smiling from the roots underneath

Watch your step on the ridge,

mind the rules of the heath

The Trolls use the bones of the dead to pick their teeth

(oh yeah) Mind your teeth now

(hahaha) Keep on walking...