I'm a Follower of Pan Mixea Lyrics

I'm a follower of Pan, he was half a goat and half a man

He played his flute for all the nymphs

And they danced around like coked up chimps

Goddamn nymphs, you've got the sweetest little titties

They bounce around like happy naked children

Keep on dancin' dancin' nymphs

Trample down those wildflowers

Keep on dancin' your beautiful blue-eyed nymphs

The Catholic Church came and turned Pan into Satan

The Catholic Church was always player hatin'

They bound Pan up in heavy iron chains

And tossed him in Gehenna's fiery burnin' flames

Goddamn nymphs, you've got the sweetest little titties

They bounce around like happy naked children

Keep on dancin' dancin' nymphs

Trample down those wildflowers

Keep on dancin' you beautiful blue-eyed nymphs

Pan's flesh melted from his bones

And then his bones were burnt to ash

When the flames went down

The nymphs did something very brash

They bottled up the cinders of their beloved Pan

And stored him on the mantle in a forger's coffee can

Goddamn nymphs, you've got the sweetest little titties

They bounce around like happy naked children

Keep on dancin' dancin' nymphs

Trample down those wildflowers

Keep on dancin' your beautiful blue-eyed nymphs

Nobody knows what happened to Pan's magic flute

Some say it's stored beneath the Vatican

And every full moon

The pope himself gives it a little toot

And all the cardinals and bishops dance around like crazy loons

Goddamn nymphs, you've got the sweetest little titties

They bounce around like happy naked children

Keep on dancin' dancin' nymphs

Trample down those wildflowers

Keep on dancin' you beautiful blue-eyed nymphs