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