The King of Babylon, Belshazzer The King of Babylon, Belshazzer He was a mean old razzledazzer Sittin´ with his wives and concubines A-shovin´ in fried chicken and impor-orted wines
(Bridge: the lyric about the finger appearing I don´t remember. But when the King saw it...)
The King grew cold Where he was sittin´ The finger wrote, and havin´ written It vanished slowly overhead And this is what the writng of the Go-ood Lord said,
The King grew cold where he was sittin´ The Finger wrote and having written It vanished slowly overhead And this is what the writing of the Good Lord said