Текстове на песни: Weasel King (The). Musical Decree Number Twenty-Four. Luna.

I couldn?t stop myself
But did I need to?
You?re all about the strange
I guess I see through it
It?s a Christmas party, and while I?d rather not go
I guess it won?t be that bad, you know

I?ll meet you in the hall at eight
I don?t really want to wait, so don?t be late
The party?s upstairs, everybody?s gonna be there
Put on your silver robes
I?ll look proud, let?s go Luna

The people stop and stare
They wanted me to take them there
Well I don?t think you notice, or at least you don?t care
It?s all about who you?re with, and even though we?re just friends
I don?t care to follow trends

I?ll meet you in the hall at eight
I don?t really want to wait, so don?t be late
The party?s upstairs, everybody?s gonna be there
Put on your silver robes
I?ll look proud, let?s go Luna

Looney, Looney, Looney Lovegood
Looney, Looney, Looney Lovegood

I?ll meet you in the hall at eight
I don?t really want to wait, so don?t be late
The party?s upstairs, everybody?s gonna be there
Put on your silver robes
I?ll look proud, let?s go Luna

Let?s go Luna
Let?s go Luna
Let?s go