If you go down to Willow Farm, to look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies.
Open your eyes, its full of surprise, everyone lies,
like the fox on the rocks, and the musical box.
Oh, there's Mum and Dad, and good and bad,
and everyone's happy to be here.

There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag,
he used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag.
The frog was a prince, the prince was a brick,
the brick was an egg,
the egg was a bird,
Hadn't you heard?
Yes we're happy as fish, and gorgeous as geese,
and wonderfully clean in the morning.

We've got everything, we're growing everything,
We've got some in,
We've got some out,
We've got some wild things floating about.
Everyone, we're changing everyone,
You name them all,
We've had them here,
And the real stars are still to appear.
ALL CHANGE!

Feel your body melt;
Mum to mud to mad to dad Dad diddley office,
Dad diddley office,
You're all full of ball.

Dad to dam to dum to mum
Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing,
You're all full of ball.
Let me hear your lies, we're living this up to the eyes.
Ooee-ooee-ooee-aa
Momma I want you now.

And as you listen to my voice
To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause.
You've been here all the time,
Like it or not, like what you got,
You're under the soil,
Yes deep in the soil.
So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang and all of us fit in our places.