歌词
There lived a merchant in the days of old
Who is remembered for the things he sold
No silly trinkets, silver, bronze, or gold
So I'm told, so I'm told
He made a most delicious pumpkin pie
Which he presented to the passersby
Before the sunset he'd be all but dry
Folks would buy the whole supply
He lived alone (he lived alone)
And every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie
I do not know his name (he'd never say his name)
He never wanted all the fame that came with pumpkin pie
Before you knew it he was in full swing
His pumpkin pies became the next big thing
Soon he was called upon to feed the king
And they'd sing, feed the king
The pie of pumpkin filled the king with glee
He offered a castle for the recipe, but
The merchant wouldn't even give it up for three
No not he, no not he
He lived alone (he lived alone)
And every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie
I do not know his name (he'd never say his name)
He never wanted all the fame that came with pumpkin pie
The king was angry and he came unwound
He called his men and soon the merchant found
Himself in a torture chamber underground
Tied and bound, he sighed and frowned
And so they tortured him for night and day
They made him scream so much his hair turned gray, but
As for the recipe, he would not say
They could not flay his pride away
He lived alone (he lived alone)
And every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie
I do not know his name (he'd never say his name)
He never wanted all the pain that came with pumpkin pie
