<![CDATA[Parody of You Don't Know by Helen Shapiro]]>

<![CDATA[Parody of You Don't Know by Helen Shapiro]]>And that last non chocolatey bar related number but just as rewarding leads me on to a reworking of Helen Shapiro's You Don't Know:

(Backstory is an unspecified trader lamenting that a dungeoner has neither the knowledge nor a suitable payment to obtain the password)

Woah, woah, woah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah

All though I want you to

Oh you don't know

You don't know just how to deal

For my help I daren't reveal

I am so, I'm so afraid

You've only silverware

Every time you want to pass oh my

Oh you don't know, you just don't know

What I go through

Seeing someone trade with you

Oh I wish the one with you, were me

But you don't know

I would tell you, if I believed

That you might pay your way

But until then I'll never give it away

So a secret it must stay

And you don't know, you don't know

How hard to not stare

With this one way trapdoor there

For it simply isn't enough

When you don't know