Martin decent came to play, came to play, came to play
   On a bright and winter?s day
   Turned his coat in the morning
  
   Martin decent spoke out loud, spoke out loud,
   Told his tale to the listening cloud
   Then he turned his coat in the morning
  
   Ate his greens and his rhubard raw
   Chewed his food with a vigorous jaw
   Wrote down he all he heard and saw
  
   Martin decent sang along, sang along, sang along
   Leant his voice to the children?s song
   Then he turned his coat in the morning
  
   Told a few little lily-white lies
   Hid the truth behind his eyes
   Nobody knew he was in disguise
  
   Martin decent danced a lot, danced a lot, danced a lot
   Struck the pose for a photograph
   Then he turned his coat in the morning
  
   Martin decent went back home, went back home, went back home
   Slept like a log in a bed of his own
   Then he turned his coat in the morning
  
   Yes he did!
   Hey! fuck him! roll him in manure!