If my karma doesn't suit ya'
I don't think we'll have a future
How sad Won't that be sad
I feel like a missionary
Trying to resolve my penetrary ambitions
I'll be missing
I could change,
But I've been too long
Under this weight of mine
I got you the complete works of Milton
And the best piece of English Stilton
I could Yeah, I could
But I forgot the cheese was made of animal rennet,
The subject of your letter to the senate
I hope, I hope your bill gets through
This little ant is changing his trousers
His graduating from a hippy to a wowser
Now, now he's young