A moon beam through the prune in june Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck The cheese I have for you, my dear Is real and very new A moon beam through the prune in june Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck The love I have for you, my dear Is real and very new
Prune! (Pa-da-dah!) If it is a real prune knows no cheese (Cheeky chanky, cheeky chanky) And stands (oh no!) Taller or softer than any tree (or bush) And I know the love I have for you Will grow and grow and grow, I think And so my love I offer you A love that is strong a prune that is true