There lived a merchant in the days of old

Who is remembered for the things he sold

No silly trinkets, silver, bronze, or gold

So I'm told, so I'm told

He made a most delicious pumpkin pie

Which he presented to the passersby

Before the sun set he'd be all but dry

Folks would buy the whole supply

He lived alone, (He lived alone.)

And every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie

I do not know his name. (He'd never say his name.)

He never wanted all the fame that came with pumpkin pie

Before you knew it he was in full swing

His pumpkin pies became the next big thing

Soon he was called upon to feed the king

And they'd sing, feed the king

The pie of pumpkin filled the King with glee

He offered a castle for the recipe, but

The merchant wouldn't even give it up for three

No not he, no not he

He lived alone, (He lived alone.)

And every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie

I do not know his name. (He'd never say his name.)

He never wanted all the fame that came with pumpkin pie

The king was angry and he came unwound

He called his men and soon the merchant found

Himself in a torture chamber underground

Tied and bound, he sighed and frowned

And so they tortured him for night and day

They made him scream so much his hair turned gray, but

As for the recipe, he would not say

They could not flay his pride away

He lived alone, (He lived alone.)

And every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie

I do not know his name. (He'd never say his name.)

He never wanted all the pain that came with pumpkin pie