Instrumental chorus
Chorus
Nuns And Lepers, Princes, Paupers,
What An Odd Consortium.
Nothing Is Too Foul Or Fair
To Find In My Scriptorium.
Verse 1
If Thou Seekest Art, My Lord,
Thou Hast Come To The Source.
I Know From Whence The Trumpet Bloweth,
And I Can Draw A Horse.
Be It Psaltee, Deed Or Writ,
Or Inspiring Quote.
I Can Pen A Tidy Hymn
Or Write A Ransom Note.
Chorus
Yes, I Can Scribe Most Anything
For A Modest Honorarium.
Nothing Is Too Foul Or Fair
To Find In My Scriptorium.
Verse 2
Behold The Finest Battle Scenes
Of Valour Fierce And Dire.
I Loose The Rabbits On The Knights,
Then Set The Fields Afire.
'Twas Made With All The Finest Inks
That Ever Stained A Scroll,
With Crimson, Lapis, Verdigris
And Gall As Black As Coal.
Instrumental
Chorus
Fine Flails And Armoured Snails For Sale
In This Paint Emporium.
Nothing Is Too Foul Or Fair
To Find In My Scriptorium.
Angel And Jester, Snake And Hare,
Nothing Is Too Strange Or Rare -
No, Nothing Is Too Foul Or Fair
To Find In My Scriptorium!
