The Elephants were dancing round a Maypole and a tree
The dog in front loves the dog behind
Just like you and me
The English pub collapses, like a pack of English cards
I thought we'd have to die of thirst
Instead, we'll have to starve
The Maypole turns into the joystick of an aeroplane
The air is thin, you're wearing specs
You look like Michael Caine
But your hair is longer and I'm sure
Your legs aren't quite the same
And that's not saying much for the rest of you
