Irish Italian Indian
Those are the three mafias in his clique
Which mafias did you think would win
Certainly the one from Ireland
The one that doesn’t believe in a king that’s human
They prefer the king be a dog
Dog is closer to God than king ever will be
So the King must be a Dog from the beginning and end
Of time
The dog must travel through time
He must be a yogi
He must be Carlo
Carlo the King
Once he was the King of Spain
Then he became a golden bronze dog
With a patch of white fur over his chest
It was his best
The couple were the King and Queen
Of the Universe
Of course there is only one
Even if in patches
Is part of a whole
Those who sought to travel between
Once were lost
Thought to be birds in a spaceship
But unbeknownst to ye
Through the power of God
They traveled the unknown Space and found it to be
Part of a whole map
A cartouche
Of sorts
But unbeknownst to ye
Not a tomb
A Tomb of god
But of a Pharaoh
For that is what we sought to make the extension of the place
Where it ends
It begins again
In the tombs
We live forever
And now we travel through the voids with the help of your sides
We navigate through the wilderness the stars the blue between
We see what we have seen
That made us paint these
And we wonder if it all is true
Then what should we do when arrive
But show up and see where you reside
In the home of Valentino Capone
We met the Cockapoo King of the Universe
Then he became old and died
Where did he go
No one knew
Until you went in
And found him
Through the depths of no time
You took the charge and traveled far
To find him and bring him back
So there are two Kings of the Universe now but one is a Queen
Another cockapoo too
The one you met
Bet
So what should we do now
Just relax and take a shower
Remember what you said
You were doing
And thanks for showing
That you’re a good guy in the end
Although a space mafia gangster as well