Well Edward Low
Did Luther King ring
And said I have everything
I take what I need
Right for those who would succeed
In this land of righteous money
You will always look funny
The donkey and the rod
The trader and the trod
Such are the stakes
I bury my mistakes
Are we agreed
Oh yes we're all agreed
Edward Low
Said I know, I know
There will be no king
We're well rid of these things
In this land of milk and honey
No-one will ever be hungry
To have and to hold
To sell and be sold
To have and to hold
To sell and be sold
Choosers can't be losers
Losers choose to lose
Choosers can't be losers
Losers choose to lose
Well Luther King
Said what do you make of these things
All great men the same
One need lose that they may gain
All free worlds I fear are the same
Everyone's looking for someone to blame
Edward Low was not pleased
Said Luther was a danger and a disease
He'd just have to leave
There will be no king
We're well rid of these things
In this land of milk and honey
No-one will be hungry
To have and to hold
To sell and be sold
To have and to hold
To sell and be sold
Edward Low
Said to Luther the King
The following things
God smiles down
On this free-skinned man
The man that you are not
The man that I am
All great men the same
Only losers take the blame
Well Luther said what is this wrong
And this right
That casts such a narrow light
More a sickness than a sight
Edward Low I just don't think you know
Where the free world is
Or even how you might live
The choices it gives
Goodbye Edward Low
Remember me as I go
There will be no king
We're well rid of these things
In this land of milk and honey
Money will never be hungry
To have and to hold
To sell or be sold
Choosers can't be losers
If they lose, if they lose
They choose to lose.