Manilla was a crude machine who'd taken his fair share He gobbled up the world he owned as petals paved his stairs Manilla thanked the very moon for money and his life He trifled nothing miniscule including one, his wife Leora, his arranged wife, did not need his greed She asked the stars, the very moon, to one day cross the sea Manilla gazed an empty stare nothing there could grow She cherished dreams of flying high and leaving him below Leora stands on her head Doin' the two step on her hands As her eyes move round the room To catch somone watching Leora stands on her head Doin' the two step on her hands Underneath the very moon That each one was watching Manilla wanted worldly things and everything he'd have He built castles, moats, battleships and troops in iron clad Manilla heard Mulberry's name under the very moon His troops went running the next day to find the air balloon Leora, his arranged wife, cooked the men a feast And cleaned herself up solemnly before she faced the beast That night she asked the very moon was this her fate to be At lunch she met the flying man whose airships crossed the sea Leora stands on her head Doin' the two step on her hands As her eyes move round the room To catch somone watching Leora stands on her head Doin' the two step on her hands Underneath the very moon That each one was watching