Disclaimer:I don't own Jareth. And Big Bad Leroy Brown belongs to Old Blue Eyes.

Well beyond the Goblin City
Down in the Underground
Lies the castle where Jareth resides
And he wears the Goblin Crown
Well Jareth he's arrogant
And he likes his fancy clothes
He likes wavin' his crystal balls in front of
Everybody's nose

And he's bad, he's the Goblin King
Listen, now, you'll hear him sing
Don't you dare make fun of his tights
Or call him a Bowie look-alike

Now Jareth, he loved Sarah
So he kidnapped her little bro
But she kicked his ass at his own game
How, he still doesn't know
But still he gets attention
From a group of giggling girls
They're all part of the mailing List
And they live all around the world

And he's bad, he's the Goblin King
Listen, now, and you'll hear him sing
Don't you dare make fun of his tights
Or call him a Bowie look-alike

Jareth loves the fanfics
But there's one thing he detests
The debate as to if he wears a sock
He just wants the issue to rest
No matter how much it's mentioned
Jareth will deny
But even though he won't admit it
We know there's a sock in his tights

And he's bad, he's the Goblin King
Listen now, and you'll hear him sing
Don't you dare make fun of his tights
Or call him a Bowie look-alike

And don't you dare mention the sock
Or you'll end up hanging over the Bog