(Ivor Cutler)

You are the centre of your little world and I am of mine
Now and again we meet for tea, we're two of a kind

This is our universe, cups of tea

We have a beautiful cosmos, you and me
We have a beautiful cosmos

What do we talk of whenever we meet? Nothing at all!
You sit with a sandwich I look at a roll

Sometimes I open my mouth, and shut it

We have a beautiful cosmos, you and me
We have a beautiful cosmos

You are the centre of your little world and I am of mine

We have a beautiful cosmos, you and me
We have a beautiful cosmos