(Oh yeah)
Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
The right one
The right one
There was a prince of an evening
And the moon hung low
I was feeling like Mordred
When he struck the last blow
My sword hung poised
At the High King's throat
He begged for no mercy
But sang as he spoke
Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
The right one
The right one
Twelve crooked jurors, snuck in for the kill
Six smelt of poison and six of pigswill
The Chief said "we've got him boys cradle to crust!"
Last time I looked, they were sucking my dust
Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
The right one
Spare a thought for the wrecker when the big day comes
Or pour salt on his heels as he runs, as he runs
The play is only staged for a glimpse of the guest
Behind the fancy dress
Each one's a healer
Each one's a saint
Each one's a saviour
There ain't no one who ain't
Each one's a buddha
Each one's a fool
Each one's a scholar, at the very same school
Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
Ask the man on the mountain, which way to run
Whichever you choose, will be the right one
The right one
The right one
Hey, hey, hey
Ask the man on the mountain
Ask the man on the mountain
Ask the man on the mountain
Ask the man on the mountain