Just take the caps up an octave, and you’ll be looking fine. Georgie, you’re out of tune. You’re out of tune, man. The people who run the Royal Parks will be happy some of these days No more flowers and ice cream will never spoil their grass They won’t have to smile if they don’t want to They can read their Sunday papers The people who run the Royal Parks will be happy some of these days The people from the Parliament will be laughing any day now They’ve closed the pub stations and locked the parks on a Sunday afternoon They won’t have to endure smiling people Love won’t get in their eyes The people from the Parliament will be laughing any day now They’ll be happy They’ll be smiling They’ll go to the races They’ll drink scotch whiskey They’ll practice smiling The people that we know are happy all the time All they want to do is spread a little sunshine for you So please let us throw out flowers We wont break the path keeper’s glasses The people that we know are happy all of the time