The Wicked Wizard of the West

The Wizard went place to place In the shadows for disguise A wicked smile on his face And manic prism eyes A crooked hat on his head And a serpent for a staff The master of fear and dread With a wicked little laugh In a dark forest he resides Neath the mountains in the West On a lightening bolt he rides Raining chaos on his quest Casting spells on all he meets Left so helpless in a trance He slinks away down the streets With a wicked little dance Then rides that bolt of lightning Across the blood-red skies A ghastly sight so frightening Those manic prism eyes