DON’T TELL HIM WHERE WE GOT IT

[Intro – light strings + distant giggles + hoof wheels creaking] [whispers, laughing] Don’t tell him… Don’t—tell—him… ⸻ [Verse 1 – teasing, rhythmic] Through the frost and through the night We found a tavern burning bright Golden casks and honeyed air “Best in the region,” written there The brewer bragged, the barrels shone We tasted once… and then we knew This wasn’t just a simple find— This was the one we’d bring him through ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – playful buildup] One sip… two… We looked at each other— [whisper, not sung] “…we’re not leaving this here.” ⸻ [Chorus – catchy, mischievous, big harmony] DON’T TELL HIM WHERE WE GOT IT! If he asks, we never saw it! It just… appeared… beside the trail— A wagon full of perfect ale! DON’T TELL HIM, DON’T YOU DARE! We found it just… out there somewhere! By fang, by luck, by “who can say?” It followed us… all the way! ⸻ [Verse 2 – faster, cheeky energy] Horses ran and wheels cried loud We dragged that treasure through the ground Barrels rolling, ropes half-tied One of us almost lost her pride “Left!” “No—right!” “You idiot, slow!” “Don’t spill it—NO, DON’T LET IT GO!” We crashed through brush and broke a fence— But still we kept that liquid sense ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – whispering chaos] [whispered] If anyone asks… We hunted… we found… We absolutely did not… borrow permanently… ⸻ [Chorus – bigger, laughing vocals layered] DON’T TELL HIM WHERE WE GOT IT! If he asks, we never saw it! No broken gates, no shouting men— No one chased us all the way in! DON’T TELL HIM, KEEP IT CLEAN! He doesn’t need to know a thing! We brought the best, that’s all that matters— Not the trail of broken ladders! ⸻ [Bridge – spoken, playful] [single voices, overlapping slightly] “She started it.” “No, YOU said take the wagon.” “I said take ONE BARREL!” “…well now we have ALL of them.” [short pause] [laughter] ⸻ [Breakdown – stomp rhythm, chaotic energy] Drag it—hide it—roll it—stack! Fix the rope—don’t look back! If he smiles, we’re all safe— If he asks… just keep your face! ⸻ [Final Chorus – triumphant, cheeky, big finish] DON’T TELL HIM WHERE WE GOT IT! Let him drink and never spot it! Golden fire, honeyed trail— Worth the crime for perfect ale! DON’T TELL HIM, LET HIM GUESS! We’ll just smile and nod “yes yes” He drinks… he laughs… we got away— We’ll never speak of it… okay? ⸻ [Outro – soft laughter, fading wheels] [whispers] …he’s gonna find out… [giggle] …maybe next year…