The Old Pack Mule
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The Old Pack Mule, he's breathed his dying breath
Poor old mule, they worked his arse to death
His body's still warm, though his soul's gone up above
So sharpen up your knives, boys, how shall we carve him up?
Who wants his hooves? We'll melt them down for glue
We'll suck the marrow from his bones and skin the bugger too
And who wants his tongue, that made a bloody row
He screeched and he honked but death has dumbed him now
It's hard times and hungry times, there's nothing left to eat
I'd stab my neighbour in the back for a little bit of meat
It's hard times and hungry times so wouldn't it be kind
To leave a little a something nice for them that's left behind
And who wants his liver? There's rich pickings there
We'll chop it up and carve it up, and each shall have a share
And who wants his brain? The silly poor old dunce
They say he hardly used it, he might have used it once
It's hard times and hungry times, there's nothing left to eat
I'd stab my neighbour in the back for a little bit of meat
It's hard times and hungry times so wouldn't it be kind
To leave a little a something nice for them that's left behind
The Old Pack Mule, he's breathed his dying breath
Poor old mule, they worked his arse to death
His body's still warm, though his soul's gone up above
So sharpen up your knives, boys, how shall we carve him up?
Poor old mule, they worked his arse to death
His body's still warm, though his soul's gone up above
So sharpen up your knives, boys, how shall we carve him up?
Who wants his hooves? We'll melt them down for glue
We'll suck the marrow from his bones and skin the bugger too
And who wants his tongue, that made a bloody row
He screeched and he honked but death has dumbed him now
It's hard times and hungry times, there's nothing left to eat
I'd stab my neighbour in the back for a little bit of meat
It's hard times and hungry times so wouldn't it be kind
To leave a little a something nice for them that's left behind
And who wants his liver? There's rich pickings there
We'll chop it up and carve it up, and each shall have a share
And who wants his brain? The silly poor old dunce
They say he hardly used it, he might have used it once
It's hard times and hungry times, there's nothing left to eat
I'd stab my neighbour in the back for a little bit of meat
It's hard times and hungry times so wouldn't it be kind
To leave a little a something nice for them that's left behind
The Old Pack Mule, he's breathed his dying breath
Poor old mule, they worked his arse to death
His body's still warm, though his soul's gone up above
So sharpen up your knives, boys, how shall we carve him up?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:25.66] The Old Pack Mule, he's breathed his dying breath
[00:30.86] Poor old mule, they worked his arse to death
[00:35.49] His body's still warm, though his soul's gone up above
[00:40.22] So sharpen up your knives, boys, how shall we carve him up?
[00:46.78] Who wants his hooves? We'll melt them down for glue
[00:51.38] We'll suck the marrow from his bones and skin the bugger too
[00:56.26] And who wants his tongue, that made a bloody row
[01:01.13] He screeched and he honked but death has dumbed him now
[01:07.43] It's hard times and hungry times, there's nothing left to eat
[01:12.34] I'd stab my neighbour in the back for a little bit of meat
[01:17.17] It's hard times and hungry times so wouldn't it be kind
[01:21.95] To leave a little a something nice for them that's left behind
[01:28.30]
[02:06.09] And who wants his liver? There's rich pickings there
[02:10.99] We'll chop it up and carve it up, and each shall have a share
[02:15.83] And who wants his brain? The silly poor old dunce
[02:20.67] They say he hardly used it, he might have used it once
[02:26.80] It's hard times and hungry times, there's nothing left to eat
[02:31.87] I'd stab my neighbour in the back for a little bit of meat
[02:36.78] It's hard times and hungry times so wouldn't it be kind
[02:42.01] To leave a little a something nice for them that's left behind
[02:47.79]
[03:25.67] The Old Pack Mule, he's breathed his dying breath
[03:30.70] Poor old mule, they worked his arse to death
[03:35.45] His body's still warm, though his soul's gone up above
[03:40.24] So sharpen up your knives, boys, how shall we carve him up?
[03:45.04]
[00:30.86] Poor old mule, they worked his arse to death
[00:35.49] His body's still warm, though his soul's gone up above
[00:40.22] So sharpen up your knives, boys, how shall we carve him up?
[00:46.78] Who wants his hooves? We'll melt them down for glue
[00:51.38] We'll suck the marrow from his bones and skin the bugger too
[00:56.26] And who wants his tongue, that made a bloody row
[01:01.13] He screeched and he honked but death has dumbed him now
[01:07.43] It's hard times and hungry times, there's nothing left to eat
[01:12.34] I'd stab my neighbour in the back for a little bit of meat
[01:17.17] It's hard times and hungry times so wouldn't it be kind
[01:21.95] To leave a little a something nice for them that's left behind
[01:28.30]
[02:06.09] And who wants his liver? There's rich pickings there
[02:10.99] We'll chop it up and carve it up, and each shall have a share
[02:15.83] And who wants his brain? The silly poor old dunce
[02:20.67] They say he hardly used it, he might have used it once
[02:26.80] It's hard times and hungry times, there's nothing left to eat
[02:31.87] I'd stab my neighbour in the back for a little bit of meat
[02:36.78] It's hard times and hungry times so wouldn't it be kind
[02:42.01] To leave a little a something nice for them that's left behind
[02:47.79]
[03:25.67] The Old Pack Mule, he's breathed his dying breath
[03:30.70] Poor old mule, they worked his arse to death
[03:35.45] His body's still warm, though his soul's gone up above
[03:40.24] So sharpen up your knives, boys, how shall we carve him up?
[03:45.04]