There is a tiny man whose name is St. McGrillow
He lives behind the mountains where rocks became his pillows
A vision that had had told me that I should've been aware
I closed my itching eye, I knew I wasn't dreaming I was there

I said I was a good guy, then I shook his tiny little hand
I said I wasn't there to take away his pretty little land

But he came back with a stick and stone
A thousand people came along
And surrounded by his people I...

I said I was a good guy, then I shook his tiny little hand
I said I wasn't there to take away his pretty little land

There is a tiny man whose name is St. McGrillow

Well, I said I was a good guy, then I shook his tiny little hand
I said I wasn't there to take away his pretty little land

There is a tiny man whose name is St. McGrillow