I've started, so I'll finish. I'm here, so I'll stay. Dally with a little lady, met along the way. In for a penny through the turnstile gate. Searching for the motherlode before it's too late. Barley grain sprouting, spilled upon the ground. I'm the mad hatter, getting fatter, in for a pound. I'm the mad hatter, getting fatter, in for a pound. In for a pound. In for a pound. In for a pound.