Mr Price

Katzenjammer Kabarett

Elegant, blond and thin 
He came right from the streets 
To an old cinnamon boutique 
Where a dad a his son 
Kept arguing about opium 
“Many are displaced here 
Where life flows upstream” 

What curious eyes this man has! 
Like the shade of something passed 
He looks like a dolphin 
Out of a giant intestine 

No living soul he has seen 
For several months, several years 
Cats and men for him are the same 
So as the man and his son 
Who are arguing about opium 
“You may just be spectres 
Or a gloom from my mind” 

“What is the name he’s been given? 
Maybe Lord something or Earl of else? 
He has not a name yet! 
But we sure shall guess!” 

Some said he was a free man 
Or a someone from past times 
Who was the unknown 
If not Mr Price 
But who was Mr Price 
If not a mad man