Ring-a-ring of roses
A pocketful of posies
Atishoo, atishoo
We all fall down
All fall down
See what a slip it is
Writing hit songs like this
It's so easy
Think of the tunes you knew
When you were only two
Easy peasy
Breezy
Half a pound of tupenny rice
And half a pound of treacle
That's the way our music goes
Sweet, but rather feeble
Feeble
Dramatic pause for thought
Highlighting difficult
Something to say
No I don't think I do
Neither do I. Me too
Let's just say
Jack and Jill went up a hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And that's what life is all about
All about
Such trivial philosophy
Sound profound in harmony
Harmony
The sky is blue, the gra** is green
The things dogs do to lamp posts
Is obscene
It's raining, it's pouring
The old man is snoring
He went to bed and banged his head
This tune is getting boring
So we sing la la la la la la la la
La la
La la
So glad it's raining
I like complaining
If the sun started shining
Then he might stop whining
Rock stars in exile
Start to grow senile