SIR HUMPHREY FIDDLESTIX
©Trev Teasdel Coventry 1974


Chorus
Here comes Sir Humphrey Fiddlestix
Riding on his bike
All his life he’s sat on riches
The peasant’s in the dyke.


Come on Humphrey share out your wealth
It never did anything for your health.
Many starving in your land
Why don’t you give them a hand.
Or have you grown too fat, hat, silly old pratt!


Chorus


You’ve got more than you could ever need.
You’ve been over generous with your greed.
Snoozing in your counting hut.
Poor boy in the gutter with an empty gut.
Must you always sit on such a hoard, Lord, I’m so bored!


Chorus


All the kings sit in their castle,
As all the dirty old rascals,
Work hard to bring them riches,
Then go home to holes in ditches.
Oh Humphry, time you gave as well as took, hook, crook crook crook!


Chorus 2
Here comes Sir Humphrey Fiddlestix
Falling off his bike
Peasants drag him to their ditches
Like a big fat bulbous pike.


Then the peasants burnt his castle.
Sir Humphrey was the real rascal.
They worked hard for all they needed.
Sir Humphrey’s garden was promptly weeded.
Sir Humphrey you’ve had your day
Now it’s time we had our say…


Chorus 3
There goes Sir Humphrey Fiddlestix
He’s been overthrown.
This land is now the people’s land.
New seeds they have been sown.


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The idea for this first came in 1972 after a visit to Weston Super Mare to visit my friend Sue. Her boyfriend’s parents ran the Model Village in Weston and visited it. I noted Fiddlestix Castle and began to write some lyrics on the brochure, finishing it later in 1974.