weaving in his basket chair    'twist you round a lock of hair    made of straw -- the wicker man    made of straw -- I'll blow your house down    bishops falling from the windows    the lightening makes your hair stand on end       this dervish frenzy -- will make you run around    this dervish frenzy -- will turn your head around    blow the house down       stretching a rubber band miracles trip over    feel where we stand    shift the ground -- caterpillar man    crumbling castles in the sand    blow the house down       feebly we put our heads out of our foxy laire    we feel the chill from the night soare    standing in the storm -- waiting for the flash to crash    counting seconds before we turn to ash       it's getting nearer ...    blow the house down    this dervish frenzy -- will turn your head around       standing on the stairs that want to fall down    it's getting nearer don't turn your head around    made of straw    a lighted match    burn the house down    turn your head around    pillars of salt watch as it all burns down    down to the ground    blow the house down