Jack was really a jester   Who held his one good eye on the queen   And there sat the king beside her   He's pointing his sword up and down with every scene   And the wizard's in the corner   Catching peanuts between his teeth   And the dogs lying in the shadow in the archway   There's one good dog sleeping filled with good ol' dog dreams         He slipped next to the wizard   Whispered something deep, to the bottom of his ear   A little joke, the one about the farmer's daughter   How she was stomping on grapes, coming up with blue feet and beer   And he slipped behind the queen   Where the fools go the rich don't mind   Lately the king's (k)nights have turned a little rusty   And his halo - I mean his crown - has gone and slipped down around his eyes         The wizard's in the corner   Pulling lizards between his knees   And the dog he been long gone   Gone to pitch for the winning team   Fifty-two, I mean fifty-four bicycles on the wall   Ready to ride, ready to ride until the last of them falls   Jack's been cooking in the kitchen   Whompin' up some biscuits for us all   For us all, For us all   Ready to ride, ready to ride, ride