Paul Roland Builder Of Follys Lyrics

A builder of follys set out to astound
With a network of tunnels and rooms underground
He ha dthe carpets rolled up and the floorboards away
And his workmen were digging by night and by day

Rubble and topsoil they piled in the hall
The servants knoew not what to make of it all
Molehills of dark earth appeared on the lawn
With an interminable racket from midnight 'til dawn

He descended by lift at the foot of the stair Conveyed thence by rail in a converted bath chair
To a hallway which stretched two thirds of a mile
And a dozen fine bedrooms in the Italian style

He had a Regency ballroom to tempt the smart set
Bathed in the blue of one hundred gas jets
He invited all those he considered his friends
To a grand opening ball but no one would attend