407. "Little Lion Man" Mumford and Sons

"Little Lion Man"
Mumford and Sons
Sigh No More
2009

Son, it wasn't easy when I decided to leave our cobbling business to you. I've spent many a year cobbling from dawn til dusk, boiling leather and hammering hobnails.
I'd started our little cobbler shop here in the village some time ago, and put out my shingle, "Geo. Mumford, Village Cobbler" with a great deal of pride. Eventually I expanded to selling tobacco and tobacco accessories, and instructing young men in the art of boxing, and "Geo. Mumford, Village Cobbler, Tobacconist and Instructor in the Fine Arts of Pugilism, (Marquess of Queensberry licensed)" was born.
It was with great pride that I taught you and your brothers in my trades.
At the village public house to which I would retire after a day of cobbling, tobacconing, and pugilist instruction, I would savor a pint or two and brag to the boys about my sons, who knew their place and had fine moustaches to boot.
And then the day came when I wasn't quite as quick with the boot tack. I mixed up Old Holborn Mild with Old Holborn Fine in a customer's pipe. The old wainwright's daughter Kate knocked me out during a sparring session.
And so I left my business to you. My sons.
My joy.
And you shut down our shop and went and started a folk band.
A  folk band, Lemon.
What, no, I was merely advising this barmaid that I wished for a lemon with my bowl of Smoking Bishop, not referencing a television show that will not air for decades. And what is television?
Regardless. You're all disowned.
And you had best change your group's name. If you think anyone would buy a long playing record from "Geo. Mumford and Sons Village Cobbler, Tobacconist and Instructor in the Fine Arts of Pugilism, (Marquess of Queensberry licensed) and Songs of a Sweet Nature", well, you've really fucked it up this time.