There he sits upon his throne
The Goblin King playing with his balls
While the goblins party on
And make a mess on floors and walls
The chickens make an aweful noise
And bored, Jareth taps his riding crop
Noone's wished a child away
His wardrobe's so big there's no need to shop
Right now the King wouldn't even mind Puck
So desperate he is for companionship
But since Sarah beat him at his own game
He has no chance at a relationship
Oh, sure, he's got plenty of girls
But they all tease him behind his back
They say he stuffs a sock in his tights
To make up for what size he may lack
Moving to his chambers he checks his sock
And then he realizes with forlorn
He needs more tights and another sock
Both of his current ones are far too worn
And so, my fellow Labyrinth fiends
I ask for you to raise your hose high
And put all your socks in this here box
I'm taking up a collection for Tights