Flint jack   He's a master of his trade   Oh young edward's twisted soul has finally come of age   And from a piece of flint   An arrowhead was shaped   The only thing as good as gold is something that's as good as old      Flint jack, you've gone and spent it all on drink again   Oh the prince of fabricators!   Who knows where you've been and where you will rest?       Flint jack   He's a master of his trade   Oh young edward's twisted soul has finally come of age   And from a plate of tin   Was formed a roman breastplate   The only thing as good as gold is something that's as good as old      Flint jack, you've gone and spent it all on drink again   Oh the prince of fabricators!   Who knows where you've been and where you will rest?       Oh the prince of fabricators, never will you be saved   Oh the prince of fabricators where are you now?    'cos this is your golden age   This is your golden age      Flint jack   He's a master of his trade   Oh young edward's twisted soul, never will it be saved   He's got a pack rat penchant for the precious things   And he will fool us yet   'cos the only thing that's good as gold is something that's as good as old.      Flint jack, you've gone and spent it all on drink again   Oh the prince of fabricators!   Who knows where you've been and where you will rest?