I thought I've lost my grip forever,But now I am complete.They say: you must have listened better.Get down on your feet!Oh-oh x3I'm back in the saddle!I thought I'm broken for some reason,And I was pretty right.A glass of stout found the cure - My belt sits tight.Oh-oh x3I'm back in the saddle!Midget With A CrossbowWhen little Bobby had a birthday,His father made a prank.He sold his son to a circusJust to pay a rent.And then he left his son foreverTo be a little clown,A funny midget on a ponyIn a pink dress and a big crown.For many years humiliatedWith evenings drown in tears,The midget found a dirty crossbowAnd put away his fears.Midget with a crossbow!Crossbow.Solo.And every person, who was laughingAt the midget in the past,Is found murdered from the backWith a poison bolt in a bloodbath.Midget with a crossbow!Crossbow. Midget with a crossbow!Crossbow.