Disclaimer: Hello. This is Jumi-Pearl and Jukia Wolfcall, at your service. This is a collection of mostly Celtic songs, which we rewrote to fit the bjt. We don't own any one in bjt or the song.
A/N: You know Daemons whore pants? This is in memory of those really tight pants!

Bedlam Boys

For to see Saetan of Bedlam,
Ten thousand winds I've traveled,
Dark Dancer goes on dirty toes,
For to save his shoes from gravel,

Still I like your pants,
I like your pants,
Oh your pants are bonny,
Oh we'll all go bare and we'll live by the air,
And we all want drink and money,

I went down to Saetan's kitchen,
For to get me food on morning,
And there I got blood piping hot,
All in a cup a-burnin',

Still I like your pants,
I like your pants,
Oh your pants are bonny,
Oh we'll all go bare and we'll live by the air,
And we all want drink and money,

For the hag and the hungry harpy,
That into rags will rend ye,
All the sprites that stand by the nude Daemon
In the romantic book we're reading,

Still I like your pants,
I like your pants,
Oh your pants are bonny,
Oh we'll all go bare and we'll live by the air,
And we all want drink and money,

My staff has murdered giants,
And me bag a stiletto carries,
For to cut minced pies from ugly Greer's thighs,
And feed them to the Harpies,

Still I like your pants,
I like your pants,
Oh your pants are bonny,
Oh we'll all go bare and we'll live by the air,
And we all want drink and money,

Oh the jewels as white as lightning,
When on me travels guide me,
The stars would shake and the moon would quake,
When ever they espied me.

Still I like your pants,
I like your pants,
Oh your pants are bonny,
Oh we'll all go bare and we'll live by the air,
And we all want drink and money,

Oh and when Yaslana's murderin',
The man in the bed to a powered,
His spear he'll break, and Saffermate he'll take
And they'll howl no Daemon louder.

Still I like your pants,
I like your pants,
Oh your pants are bonny,
Oh we'll all go bare and we'll live by the air,
And we all want drink and money,

For to see Saetan of Bedlam,
Ten thousand winds I've traveled,
Dark Dancer goes on dirty toes,
For to save his shoes from gravel,

Still I like your pants,
I like your pants,
Oh your pants are bonny,
Oh we'll all go bare and we'll live by the air,
And we all want drink and money,

Still I like your pants,
I like your pants,
Oh your pants are bonny,
Oh we'll all go bare and we'll live by the air,
And we all want drink and money,

A/N: If you want the real lyrics, E-mail us @ Ladyjukia@yahoo.com