Traveller, upon the moor
Weary limbed, been here before
Slow with drink, filthy mouth
Finding girls, heading south

Pilgrimage, o' hungry man
Godless stumble, heavy hand
Tavern hero, man of men
Through the fog, he'll strike again

Someone's gotta take care of him
Something's gonna take care of him

Oh, he had it coming
Oh, he had it coming
A ride on a kelpie's back
Should teach him something
OOh, ooh

Human man, through the bog
Apple-mouthed, feast bound hog
There she grazes, 'pon the heather
Mythic lighthouse, 'twixt the weather

Takes one look, his boots soaked blue
His lucky day, safe passage through
He climbs aboard, a fist of mane
The kelpie stirs, bounds through the rain

Someone's gotta take care of him
Something's gonna take care of him

Oh, he had it coming
Oh he had it coming
A ride on a kelpie's back
Should teach him something
OOh, ooh

They gallop wild, the man exclaims
On through the bramble, through the flames
Into Loch Tanna, waters black
The magic binds him to her back

His lungs give way, a mighty rush
Now no girl will man ever touch
Now no girl will man ever touch
Now no girl will man ever touch!

He had it coming
Oh he had it coming
A ride on a kelpie's back
Should teach him something

OOh
OOh
OOh
OOh
OOh
OOh

He had it coming
Oh, he had it coming
A ride on a kelpie's back
Should teach him something
OOh, ooh