I've done something wrong
But my desire for fame and fortune was just too strong.
I've been a good old Joseph Fritzl all along.
I just wanted to make a billboard top ten song,
One hit song.
But in my keyboard I didn't find
That perfect take-off sound
That a tropical heat demands.
I tried every flute I found
But I couldn't play that sound
That could put you in a trance,
Make everybody dance.
But then I went to Carl Johan
And I heard this awesome band
Play the flute called pan.
It was a pan flute band.
And I'm merely just a man
So I rented me a van
And led them on
With two for one.
Had to be done x2
But now I'm sad
'Cause my conscience tells me what I've done is bad.
It was the pan flute magic sound that made me mad.
I destroyed something amazing for a fad,
Stupid fad.
And then I came to realize:
Stealing Indians isn't nice.
So tried to make amends
With fountain fun like in friends,
Give them bracelets,
Fix their hair,
Give them flat caps they could wear
But nothing cleared the air.
I went back to Carl Johan.
There was not an awesome band.
There was no band land
And a stupid stand.
And it was hard for me to see
All the pain and apathy
From the lack of pan
The awesome pan flute band
All because of me...
So I set them free!
