Here's the town in which I live, Petunia Green
Here's the shop and here's the man who sold me laces for my shoes
Here is Mr. Marcus Bowles, they say he's mad
Here's the battle that I won
Silver Treetop School for Boys
Early days were good as gold
An apple here, an apple there
And everywhere a "yes sir", "no sir"
They made me roll the cricket pitch once a day
I've never been so happy than at Silver Treetop School for Boys
My machine was leaving small piles of gra**
The wind had blown some blades into the pipe of Mr. Marcus Bowles
This man of teaching fell upon the cricket field
Smiling, laughing, rolling about at Silver Treetop School for Boys
The English master thought he was a purple mouse
A Head, who is usually sad, is swinging from a tree
Mr. Brown, the physics man, is off his head
And everyone just loves the gra** at Silver Treetop School for Boys
Lalala lalalala
lalalalala lalala
lalalala
(to end)