[1987]

His name is Richard

He isn't aimless

No he made Level Three

'Tis rife with bones, and looks parky

He's through, he's got clues

But does he know what is after him?

It's got his scent, it won't take money

'Cause it's hell-bent on having cavernwight success

It seeks by scent, it seeks by scent

It's a big deal, it is a wight, boy

Could be its meal 'cause it's a bored and hairy guy

So flee or die

So flee or die

[1989]

His name is Leo

He made the chamber with the big smelly cart

He needs somebody to push it

So jester meets quest-

-er: does he know any decent jokes?

He makes a mess of his bad money

You get the sense that Motley's not all that impressed

But nonetheless, at his behest...

On four big wheels you got a ride, boy

Hold in your meals 'cause it's no ordinary ride

Right down the track

No turning back

[1994]

With their crematory breath and their scaly scarlet maw

They're here to tell you that you won't be eaten raw

You just got fried, boy

Fried, boy