Yawning, "Good Morning",
Polluting the air
He'll follow down where the pelican go
Whitechapel Monday in mythical flair
Only one-way to the puppet show
With a pound in, with a pound in,
With a pound in
With a pound in, with a pound in
His pocket
That he found in, found in the road
Lying in the roadside never to be owed
(With a pounding, up, down
Pounding upside down, he'll win the show
Lying in the roadside never too B.O.'d)
Stop, do the hop when your pennants are down
Show me the way to the vegetable row
Gardens that blossom in pink paraffin
Where I can fly my balloony bin
With a pound in, ...
Rumba in tumbler and tambour-in-turn
Hopping a tram Metropoli-tango
Triumphing daily with splendid array
Public performing at Pimlico
How astounding, no one ever helped
Him cross the road
With a pound in, ...