Hamlet and Macbeth


"Tell me 'bout the witches"

Vocals, piano, rhodes
Richard Rhys O'Brien
Bruce Knapp
Richard Sadler
Tony Shepherd


Hamlet and Macbeth were sitting by the camp fire, someone had left it alight
Comparing notes on ghosts they’d met, on some starry night
The Prince of Denmark showed the skull he’d picked up from a grave
The Scottish chap said look at this, a dagger that can wave
Hamlet couldn’t see it but he humoured Mac the knife
Rumour had it he was having trouble with his wife
Tell me ‘bout the witches, said the Prince who’d lost the plot
Did you get the recipe they’d cooked up in this pot?
I don’t think you want to know, said Scotty with a frown
I think they tried to beam me up with a vision of a crown
They gave me three tips for life, sounded pretty good
But I should’ve read the finer print about the bloody wood
Climate change, Dunsinane, the trees are on the move
All their forecasts had a catch, you win and then you lose
Good night sweet Prince, to be or not to be
Questions without answers, that’s no good to me
All’s well that ends well, that’s another play
Don’t trust witches, whatever they say
Well the moral of this story, the moral of this song
There is no free inheritance, it often goes wrong
If you want to run the country, if you want to own the lot
You really have to earn it, and start with what you’ve got

© Richard Rhys O'Brien