A moon beam through the prune In June

Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans

And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck

The cheese I have for you, my dear

Is real and very new

A moon beam through the prune In June

Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans

And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck

The love I have for you, my dear

Is real and very new



Prune! (pa-da-dah!)

If it is a real prune Knows no cheese

(cheeky chanky, cheeky chanky)

And stands (Oh no!)

Taller or softer than any tree (or bush)

And I know The love I have for you

Will grow and grow And grow, I think

And so my love I offer you

A love that is strong A prune that is true