Once a polytito, when our young world was fresh and universe
With just England, a beauty garden
A young lad set out in the early morning
To findeth deep wisdom and true love in flower petals allayed
It's difficult these days to get good grass
Follow me into blue skies above
To be an England lad, all summer in joy
Deep love, no question there, lad
Follow me into blue skies above
Suddenly the lad, on the realization that the whole universe is just like that, forgot he shut me out and began to wobble
This is Stanley and me singing off, eh
With wobble-U, all joy-filled