What I need is good advice
Cooked on plates of ground meat
Rubber hands and silly friends
Pasted on my wall
Someone sold a sweet sea soup
That I could swim in proudly
We might swim like laughing ducks
In your pink light book There we go
Changing kin [again]
There you go again

My hands can make yours warm again
If not absorbed in blankets
Are you in need of teething
And nibble on your neck

If I had volcano boots
For swimming in volcanoes
Do you know the origins of laughing ducks?
What's the matter with those birds?

There you go
Changing kin [again]
There we go again

What you need's a happy farm
With happy goats and sheep
What I need's a happy arm
To swing you ‘round like father