lyrics
1. Way up in the mountain peaks and passes,
There’s a kingly beast you must seek for access.
A creature of the most regal bearing
Unfazed by the cheering and the people staring.
I speak not of the bighorn sheep,
Nor the mountain goat on the cliff face steep,
Nor the mountain lion, or as some say, cougar.
They all pay homage to the mountain’s true ruler.
Verily, I speak of King Marmot, arise,
Give tribute with a snack from your supplies.
A chunk of human food, chocolate or a Clif bar.
Without his blessing, you will not get far.
He resides among the boulders and scree on the talus.
Doesn’t need a scepter, a crown, or a chalice,
Or a huge jeweled sword to inspire your awe.
He rules with a firm but benevolent paw.
Chorus: Hail, King Marmot! Monarch of the Heights.
We humbly beseech thee in thy great might,
Grant us safe passage and we shall be ever in thy debt.
Hail, King Marmot, well met! (x2)
2. Though you don’t see him, King Marmot sees you
From behind cracks in the rocks that he peeks through,
Or indirectly through his subjects’ eyes,
Informed by the lowly pika’s shrill cries.
When the time’s right, he steps from his throne
And appears near the path to make himself known.
Robed in brown fur with a gaze sage and wise.
Exudes authority without authoritative size.
Though small in stature and kind of portly,
He projects a demeanor both refined and courtly.
Dines well on the alpine meadow’s bounty.
When winter comes howling, he’s sleeping soundly.
When spring returns, then he resumes his reign,
And we humans come trooping through his domain.
If you encounter King Marmot while traversing his lands,
A full-throated, hearty hail’s all he demands.
Chorus: Hail, King Marmot! Monarch of the Heights.
We humbly beseech thee in thy great might,
Grant us safe passage and we shall be ever in thy debt.
Hail, King Marmot, well met! (x2)
Bridge: In Siyeh Pass we made an embarrassing error:
We fled from King Marmot in abject terror.
We foolishly mistook him for a wolverine.
We scrambled and screamed, a disgraceful scene.
He paid us no heed, indeed, there was no need.
He walked to a precarious outcrop at a slow speed.
The valley below him, in a tone fierce and wistful,
Released a majestic and piercing whistle.
Chorus: Hail, King Marmot! Monarch of the Heights.
We humbly beseech thee in thy great might.
Grant us safe passage and we shall be ever in thy debt.
Hail, King Marmot, well met! (x2)
credits
from
Get Ye Up,
released February 24, 2014
The Mispronouncer wrote the lyrics, performed the vocals, made the beat, and played the synths.
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