England - Paraffinalea lyrics

Yawning, "Good Morning", Polluting the air He'll follow down where the pelican go Whitechapel Monday in mythical flair Only one-way to the puppet show With a pound in, with a pound in, With a pound in With a pound in, with a pound in His pocket That he found in, found in the road Lying in the roadside never to be owed (With a pounding, up, down Pounding upside down, he'll win the show Lying in the roadside never too B.O.'d) Stop, do the hop when your pennants are down Show me the way to the vegetable row Gardens that blossom in pink paraffin Where I can fly my balloony bin With a pound in, ... Rumba in tumbler and tambour-in-turn Hopping a tram Metropoli-tango Triumphing daily with splendid array Public performing at Pimlico How astounding, no one ever helped Him cross the road With a pound in, ...