A friend who's got daisies in his pocket Mr. Thomas owns a red bike and his heart flies like a kite He gives a coin to the children, who play war with wooden guns
Mr. Thomas remains at home when other people go to church In his [chest above] the phone Round [it's edge] things always merge
Mr. Thomas gives in his newspapers but to me good news when the hills do glitter the river, where all can choose
my grand uncle when he sees him says "he's crazy" and starts to grin my little lady poor Mc Kinball says: "his head is made of straw"
Mr. Thomas gives in his newspapers but to me good news when the hills do glitter the river, where all can choose [Interlude] I know there's one arms corps keeper Is quite eager, do you know why ? all the blue birds from the river on his top hat [come] and fly
Mr. Thomas gives in his newspapers but to me good news when the hills do glitter the river, where all can choose
I like to be the bounty clown Who seems so glad in his watch I would be always around him so that I could walk his path
Mr. Thomas gives is his newspapers but to me good news when the hills do glitter the river, where all can choose