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)