My friend the Doctor says the moon is made of apple pie
And once a month it's eaten by the sun
And that is why, up in the sky,
You'll find as every month goes by;
Somebody in the sky is making another one

My friend the Doctor says the sun is made of cheddar cheese
The Doctor even knows the reason why
The facts are these,
Try if you please,
Pretend that you're a lonely cheese,
Wouldn't you want to try finding an apple pie?

Maybe what the Doctor tells me
Isn't altogether true,
But I love every tale he tells me
I don't know any better ones,
Do you?

My friend the Doctor says the world is full of fantasy!
And who are you or I to disagree?
Let's hope and pray,
That is the way
The life we love will always stay
For my friend the Doctor and me

And any man who understands the Irish,
Can't be reckoned altogether bad
The same way that a lunatic,
Who's Patron Saint is Patrick,
Can't be reckoned altogether mad

The Doctor's very smart,
He's an Irish man at heart;
His favourite colour,
Sure, it must be green
And also he's a man
Who, blimey, when he can
Let me explain the sort of thing I mean

My friend the Doctor says the stars are made of lemon drops
The bigger ones are lollipops and ice
The clouds are shops up on the tops,
That sell you sweets and soda pops
What do they call the place,
Isn't it paradise?

My friend the Doctor says that every time it starts to rain
And people run indoors again, in swarms;
If you remain
Out in the rain
You'll think you're drinking pink champagne
And you'll spend your life praying for thunderstorms

Maybe what the Doctor tells me
Isn't altogether true,
But I love every tale he tells me
I don't know any better ones,
Do you?

My friend the Doctor says the world is full of fantasy!
And who are you or I to disagree?
Let's hope and pray,
That is the way,
The life we love will always stay
For my friend the Doctor and me!
My friend the Doctor and me!
My friend the Doctor and me!