Call me your little bull of blight Call me the twinkle in your eye
She's saying, Samaya, watch this face in a flying pot
And I was your little bull of blight Made sure that everyone was full
Whole life dedicated to his heart Homesick, a mile away from home
Made sure he never felt alone
Call me your little bull of blight Queen bee of a little lumber light
Matriarch of a massive Geordie tribe And I was your little bull of blight
You may not recognize my face You may not recognize my name
You may not recognize the little boy you raised But always your little bull of blight
I'm always your little bull of blight Just know I'm always your little bull
Always your little bull Always your little bull of blight