Mistress mouse and Mr. Popup sit outside the foreign door The younger sons in Jerusalem reporting on the war And three blind mouse-to-plumbers have just got back from the moon And Harvey and the grease band singing words which have no tune Aha ha hah
Hoggarts on the beachhead looking for another home Leaving nothing behind him but a photograph of Rome The Egyptians hanging on my wall have nothing more to fear And Harvey and his brass band singing words they learnt by ear Ahah haha haha
Orpheus the rambler was seen last night in France By the offhand of the lighthouser to pay the coastal dance And meanwhile back on Mount Striol, the sun comes shining down And Harvey and his pretty singing words which have no sound Aha haha haha haha
Cloud-bringers and go-getters get and bring what you can find Nobody shouts or stumbles or has any axe to grind Oh the priestly rant collector says his mind is on the bend And Harvey and his brass band make their song come to it's end
Well, there aint no point in kicking up around; theres nobody here but me There aint no point in kicking up around; theres nobody here but me