Song parody of
Harriet Iscariot
by Rob Getzschman
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Harriet Iscariot took a chariot to the moon
And there she went in such merriment
The daring meant her doom
And all aboard, the butchers four
The duke of silver pants
The mayor's grease, the fancy priest
And 18 ombudsmen
The wreck was bound for Necrotown
For favors all around
But Harriet cracked her lariat
And the triga left the ground
The sky was raked in golden ruts
That carved a path behind
And lit the way just for the nonce
To follow for all time
For all aboard, the butchers four
The duke of silver pants
The mayor's grease, the fancy priest
And 18 ombudsmen
Were all askance from gladding hands
With fast demands to why
When the vessel killed, the cargo spilled
And phonies filled the sky
And Harriet Iscariot whipped her lariat 'round the moon
And hauled it in with a devilish grin
To watch them like balloons
And all forlorn, the butchers four
The duke of silver pants
The mayor's grease, the fancy priest
And 18 ombudsmen
And Harriet Iscariot left her chariot on the moon
And there she went in the firmament
To hum a victory tune
To hum a victory tune
And there she went in the firmament
To hum a victory tune
Harriet Iscariot took a chariot to the moon
And there she went in such merriment
The daring meant her doom
And all aboard, the butchers four
The duke of silver pants
The mayor's grease, the fancy priest
And 18 ombudsmen
The wreck was bound for Necrotown
For favors all around
But Harriet cracked her lariat
And the triga left the ground
The sky was raked in golden ruts
That carved a path behind
And lit the way just for the nonce
To follow for all time
For all aboard, the butchers four
The duke of silver pants
The mayor's grease, the fancy priest
And 18 ombudsmen
Were all askance from gladding hands
With fast demands to why
When the vessel killed, the cargo spilled
And phonies filled the sky
And Harriet Iscariot whipped her lariat 'round the moon
And hauled it in with a devilish grin
To watch them like balloons
And all forlorn, the butchers four
The duke of silver pants
The mayor's grease, the fancy priest
And 18 ombudsmen
And Harriet Iscariot left her chariot on the moon
And there she went in the firmament
To hum a victory tune
To hum a victory tune
And there she went in the firmament
To hum a victory tune
