Prince of Players, Pawn of none Born with steel reins on the heart of the Sun Gypsy explorer of the New Jersey Heights Exalted companion of T-Rex nights
Cos he’s a Oh he’s a He’s a Dandy in the Underworld Dandy in the Underworld When will he come up for air, Oh, will anybody ever care
Now he’s only eighteen, in exile he was To the deserted kingdoms of a mythical boss Distraction he wanted, to destruction he fell Now he forever stalks the ancient Mansions of hell
Cos he’s a Oh he’s a He’s a Dandy in the Underworld A Dandy in the Underworld When will he come up for air, Oh, will anybody ever care
Now his lovers have left him And his youth is ill spent He cries in the dungeons, tries to repent Change is a m-m-monster and changing is hard So he’ll freeze away summers in his Underground yard
Cos he’s a Dandy in the Underworld Dandy in the Underworld When will he come up for air, He’s a Dandy in the Underworld Dandy in the Underworld When will he come up for air, Oh, will anybody ever care
He’s a Dandy in the Underworld Dandy in the Underworld When will he come up for air, He’s a Dandy in the Underworld Dandy in the Underworld When will he come up for air, Oh, will anybody ever care
Don’t you ever, don’t you ever, Stop being dandy, showing me you’re handsome