Friday PM and you're still off on a quest

You've gone down a trapdoor at your friends' behest

You'd like to find a little place you can rest

For a while

So you go down a level in your shirt of cloth

Catch a whiff of the sewage that inhabits Goth

And then a fool-taker comes, full of wrath

Sounding vile

Snapper-Jack will take you down tonight

And take you to his special mire

Snapper-Jack will make you drown tonight

Or inflict on you a fate most dire

Oh yeah yeah

Your knapsack it's fine, for you it ate

It doesn't even need to masticate

Your wand is gonna ping soon, yes it's Series 8

And you fall

So you stand by the cesspool in your new English clothes

And a man arrives that it seems everybody loathes

And still Majida's gonna say her oaths

After all

Snapper-Jack will take you down tonight

And take you to his special mire

Snapper-Jack will make you drown tonight

Loves to slay the fool, even the trier

Oh yeah yeah

So you decide to take a little stroll

Your father's stifling and he thinks his hair is droll

Ah, he can be stubborner than a troll

And what for?

You go into Goth, and watch the stool

Lapping at the side like oceans of green jewels

Then a man comes looking for the dimmest fool

Will he score?

And Snapper-Jack could take you down tonight

And take you to his special mire

Snapper-Jack will make you drown tonight

Then you'll have a hard time getting drier

Oh yeah yeah

So your three advisors tend to scream a lot

And you meet old Snapper-Jack who naps you not

Oh but soon you're dying for the booze you haven't got

It went wrong

And if you can't understand what Stiletta had said

And how you got from Level One to Marblehead

Well you're nearly twelve and there's a man who wants you dead

His net is strong

And Snapper-Jack could take you down tonight

And take you to his special mire

Snapper-Jack would make you drown tonight

If he can't catch Dunstan, he'll retire