You were at the top of the pyramid

The Ballad of Yanagi

I was at the bottom

I was feeling so low down

Left alone forgotten

Saw a group of people

Heading on down a hill

Where you going on such a sunny day…

We’re heading down to Yanagi

Followed them down the road

A mob of dancing people

Soon I heard them praying for wine

In this church without a steeple

Wooden beams a long the road

The railroad track to heaven

Shoes and ice were blocking the stairs

But I rolled that lucky seven…

And I headed into Yanagi

Scent of cedar, roast potatoes, it left me smitten

Renaissance Man painted Mad Aussie women with a Kampai Kitten

Clink of glasses Champagne toast, pop (!) went the eezil

Silence fell on Irish eyes:

Welcome all to Yanagi, Welcome all to Yanagi

And she said:

Did you think you come to my house and be teetotal

Did you think you could come there and hide with your tea…

Oh no no not over at Yanagi

Never at Yanagi

Mac and Curly sat on the stairs with a gal from Kalamazoo

The neighbours danced already to the sound of the didgeridoo

The Fishwife was out of town, The Fat Lady uninvited

The people sang for miles around:

Wish I was at Yanagi,

Wish I was at Yanagi

And she said:

Did you think you could come there and not see the walk-in wardrobe

Did you think you come here and ever be unhappy? No No Never at Yanagi

So Welcome all to Yanagi,

Welcome All to Yanagi

Dedicated to Chopper