The Atoll

Albin (cont.)
Im your great great great great great grandpapas
Great grandpapa the very long deceased
King Ulut I had many sweet young wives
A sprawling grid of villages my realm
I kept my subjects right beneath my thumb
Beneath the midnight sun my turf North Pole
Now walk in my shoes theres a gallant boy
Tell me how did the mugging mojo move?
Help me stand up amigos pretty please
I need to know what is this odd old place?
Silvio
The coral island as if you dont know
Giacomo
Thats quite enough whos who hoodoo todo
Albin
Its customary that the shaman calls