(Verse I) There lived a man with cottage small, A warm dry bed, a garden wall. He’d bread to eat and ale to pour, And swore he never needed more. Then down the road a manor stood, With twice his land and finer wood. He scratched his chin and thought, “Well, drat… Perhaps I need a little of that.” (Chorus) Biggering! Biggering! Bigger it grows! Where it shall stop, why, nobody knows! A little more silver, a little more land, A little more power held tight in the hand! Biggering! Biggering! Build it up high! There’s always a taller old tower nearby! For what is enough when another has more? What filled you today leaves you hungry once more! (Verse II) He bought three fields, then wanted five, “For surely then I’ll feel alive!” Then five to ten, then ten a score, And still he peered across the moor. A mansion rose where manor lay, Sowings were made without delay. Then gazing from his marble chair, He saw a bigger castle there. (Chorus) Biggering! Biggering! Bigger it grows! Where it shall stop, why, nobody knows! A little more silver, a little more land, A little more power held tight in the hand! Biggering! Biggering! Build it up high! There’s always a taller old tower nearby! For what is enough when another has more? What filled you today leaves you hungry once more! (Verse III) So down came woods and up went stone, Till half the valley was his own. walls! New barns! New gates! New men New men employed to count estates! But every roof required repair, Each acre needed someone’s care. And all the gold he’d gathered fast Was spent maintaining what he’d amassed. (Chorus) Biggering! Biggering! Bigger it grows! Feed it with copper wherever it goes! A little more timber, a little more stone, A little more needed to guard what you own! Biggering! Biggering! Higher! Again! A hundred new servants need hundreds of men! For everything gained brings another new chore— And having much somehow keeps needing much more! (Verse IV) He taxed the mill, he taxed the grain, He taxed the carts that crossed his lane. He scourged the land to build a wing, Then borrowed more to pay his king. The ledgers waned, the buildings strained, The forest bled, the men complained. Yet still he cried, “We must expand! Or THAT man there will own more land!” (Bridge) More rooms need roofs! More roofs need beams! More beams need trees! More trees need teams! More teams need pay! More pay needs gold! More gold needs mines! More mines get sold! More walls need guards! More guards need bread! More bread needs fields! More fields need—! (Pause, silence) (Spoken) ...My lord, perhaps enough? (Scream) “MORE!” (Chorus) Biggering! Biggering! Bigger it grows! Feed it with bodies wherever it goes! A little more blood and a little more sweat, There's surely no reason to stop quite just yet! Biggering! Biggering! Up to the skies! Who cares if a few little things must now die? For biggering here means biggering there— And biggering this means biggering everywhere! (Verse V) They raised one final tower tall, The grandest monument of all. So vast its shadow crossed the town— So vast the earth would bear it down. The mortar cracked. The timbers bowed. The master shouted, "Run away now!" Then stone met stone with thunderous sound— And all of his biggering then hit the ground. (Final Chorus) Biggering! Biggering! Down it all goes! Where it would stop, now everyone knows! He meant it no harm, he most truly did not, But bigger he wanted so bigger he got! Biggering! Biggering! Ashes his throne! Now nothing remains of the more he would own! He had what he needed a decade before— But enough becomes nothing when living for more. So bigger your castle, your title, your fee— But biggering never makes biggerer thee! For appetite grows with each morsel you store, Till all that you own is the hunger for more.
