Ballad 2

Carl the Prince’s Last Dance

(Sung to the tune of Mary Jane’s Last Dance and it helps if you have it playing in the background while you read the song.)

He lived out in a Hansa-owned town
Has a good-lookin’ profile, handsome all around
But he grew up humble and he grew up right
With them Hansa town boys on them Hansa owned fiefs

Well, time came along he was the age of eighteen
He blew the girls away, was more than they’d seen
Time for a party, find a bride while groovin’
Grab my interest quick, ‘cause I got to keep movin’ – on
Keep movin’ on

Last dance with Carl the Prince
One more chance to mingle a-and mix
Single elite are here to dance
And to, find a spouse and roma-ance

Well, I don’t know, but I’ve been told
Hansa’s are a catch, so brave and bold
Carl’s looking good, dressed in his best
Girls give a show, rise above the rest

Oh, my my, oh, hey yes
Girls, put on a party dress
Girls get in line, dance to the song
Find a husband quick ‘cause he won’t last long

Last dance with Carl the Prince
One more chance to mingle a-and mix
Single elite are here to dance
And to, find a spouse and roma-ance

The emperor’s kids have joined along
The security’s tight, can’t go wrong
Attention drawn to the new de-light
Seems Prince Carl is gone from sight

Oh, my my, oh, hey yes
You got to put on that party dress
New target for groom, Carl’s dis-appeared
While there’s still hope, the worst is feared

Last dance with Carl the Prince
One more chance to mingle a-and mix
Single elite are here to dance
And to, find a spouse and roma-ance

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Mary Jane’s Last Dance

She grew up in an Indiana town
Had a good-lookin’ mama who never was around
But she grew up tall and she grew up right
With them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights

Well, she moved down here at the age of eighteen
She blew the boys away, was more than they’d seen
I was introduced and we both started groovin’
I said, “I dig you baby, but I got to keep movin’ – on”
Keep movin’ on

Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin’ in
And I’m – tired of this town again

Well, I don’t know, but I’ve been told
You never slow down, you never grow old
I’m tired of screwin’ up, tired of going down
Tired of myself, tired of this town

Oh, my my, oh, hell yes
Honey, put on that party dress
Buy me a drink, sing me a song
Take me as I come ‘cause I can’t stay long

Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin’ in
And I’m – tired of this town again

There’s pigeons down on Market Square
She’s standin’ in her underwear
Lookin’ down from a hotel room
The nightfall will be comin’ soon

Oh, my my, oh, hell yes
You got to put on that party dress
It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone
I hit my last number and walked to the road

Last dance with Mary Jane
One more time to kill the pain
I feel summer creepin’ in
And I’m tired of this town again

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