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.