(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