Paris Cor Blimey - Benjamin Clementine

Pandemonium, whoa

Pandemonium, whoa

Paris' friend had a little pen

A little pen Paris' friend had

If Paris' friend had a little pen

Then where is the pen Paris' friend had?

Paris' friend kept her little pen

Everyday, under her little bed

One day, right before dawn she got up

Only to find that her pen was gone

And Paris' friend looked everywhere

Yet couldn’t find it anywhere

There’s a pandemonium, whoa

Pandemonium, whoa

Paris' friend got her little pen

From her daddy, before he left

He said, «Keep this, keep this very near,»

«This was passed on from your grandma»

They say life’s worth not a penny

If you lose your pen-ey?

If Paris' friend had a little pen

Then where is the pen Paris' friend had?

Paris' friend went to her friend Paris

«Friend can you help me?

I can’t find me pen»

Then Paris looks in his friends eyes with a smile

And says

«It's the rats»

«Don't you know my friend?

It’s the rats»

«Just blame it, on the rats»

Got to pick 'em out

When you’re in doubt

Got to pick 'em out

When you’re in doubt

Got to block 'em holes

If you want 'em to go

Got to block 'em holes

If you want them to go"