The world is a stage in need of a bill

The appreciative crowd await in the stalls

A rapturous applause, a hypnotic snare fill

Uniting princes, peasants and fools

Come along then to the Castle Hotel

Taking place Friday, the Seventh of June

We have Lemon Ginger, you know them well

And for those who don’t. You will very soon

Eclectic, eccentric and singing sheer treason

The perfect ointment to music so tiresome

Joining them are the wonderful Last Season

And the fantastic Thee Spicy Leviathan

You know the rules, that itching in your soul

It’s got a name, it’s Northern Parasol.