Will's Pavilion - Underneath Our Wing

You're Our kinda guy
We like your battle cry
Come see our money supply
We've always wanted you
Just had to see how you'd react
And make sure that you comply
With our health and safety act
Which one's your favourite son
'Cause you can only take one
'Cause there's only so much room underneath our wing
When you look at me
What do you see
Sitting here
Am I of your dreams
Am I of your fears
Your nightmare screams
What do You See
What do You see
When you look at me
What do you see
Sitting here
In my Harris tweed
Am I what you need
How do we proceed
OK no more clowning
Takes a lot to be the crowned king
Don't worry we'll help with the counting
Its what we do
Just tell us your onboard
Sit back have a cigar
Well make you a star
Which one's your favourite son
'Cause you can only take one
'Cause there's only so much room underneath our wing

Written by:
Glen Trainor

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