The Count of Monte Christo Noisettes

So the Count of Monte Christo
Threw the cape over his head
Gave me a penny for my thoughts
But wouldn't get no change, just
Old aged rhythmns
They were singing in his brain for
A mechanical crusade
Tried to shoot down his aeroplane

I see, you see
Ain't no more honey from this bee
I see, you see
Stung you've got a hold on me
I see, you see
Ain't no more honey from this bee
I see, you see
Stung you've got a hold

I want to make you feel so special
It's time to break the ice
Bless you and your wicked ways
For I guess that these are strange days
But the tact must change for
The duchess to reveal her face
I'd give you all my pennies
For your gallantry at tomorrow's gate