Fergus Laing
Richard Thompson
Letra

verse 1


Fergus Laing is a beast of a man

He stitches up and fleeces

He wants to manicure the world

And sell it off in pieces

He likes to build his towers high

He blocks the sun out of the sky

In the penthouse the champagne s dry

And slightly gassy

verse 2

Fergus Laing, he works so hard

As busy as a bee is

Fergus Laing has seventeen friends

All as dull as he is

His seventeen friends have seventeen wives

All the perfect shape and size

They wag their tails and bat their eyes

Just like Lassie



verse 3

Fergus Laing and his seventeen friends

They live inside a bubble

There they withdraw and shut the door

At any sign of trouble

Should the peasants wail and vent

And ask him where the money went

He ll simply say, it s all been spent

On being classy

verse 4

Fergus buildings reach the sky

Until you cannot see em

He thinks the old stuff he pulls down

Belongs in a museum

His own fair home is on the Park

an airy jewel, a city ark

Hung with Picasso, hung with Braque

but nothing brassy



Alternate verse 4

His fits are famous on the scene

The shortest fuse, so cruel, so mean

But don t call him a drama queen

Like Shirley Bassey