Lyrics

And so Stan walked towards the cave And in his mind, "Mark me word, Mad John" Deep focus on this, all a tremblode Looking into the dark and peering into the back grove of black in there And then appeared Mad John In fine, fine foldy silken robes All whitely hair, scintillating beard and dangly Well, the beard must have been thirty-four years old To grow it and grow it all night lode, what? And he was glowing with a friendly light Oh dear, joy, and a voice full of the Cockney, Cockney, Cockney All joy of life and living, emanate from the cockload of his heartstrings "Called to see you, man, ha, what's been your hang-up, man? I waiting seven whole days for ya Not still worried about this scintillating moon and dangly, huh, huh?" Stan, "Ye-ye-yes, that's why I sorting you out here Tripply, tripply out on the back of this fly who told me, huh" And John linked arms with him and walking out stepper by stepper And he pointed with a Cockney forefingold There, up in the heavenly bode, what? Stan realized now, which it struck him like a smacker o' blueidy Which coming out, turn you never thoucus before As the sun rise in the early morny, so the recall of the moon in the eve Ah, and he thought Now, the fly had something extra special you thoucus to say to me if you hold And John looked happy and attracting his earnestly of his eyebolds Straight nose to nose and eye to eye, hold for it Of course, I nearly forgot it, just you listen Life is just a bowl of All-Bran You wake up every morning and it's there So live as only you can It's all about enjoy it 'cause ever since you saw it There ain't no one can take it away So life is just a bowl of All-Bran (Very true) What you say has made it very clear To be sure I'll live as best as I can But how can I remember to keep it all together When half the moon is taken away? (Well) I've got the very thing If you can laugh and sing Give me those happy days, Toytown, newspaper smiles We'll clap twice, lean back, twist for a while Well, when you're untogether and feeling out of tune Sing this special song with me, don't worry 'bout the moon Looks after itself Can I have a go? Yes Yeah? Sing now Give me those happy days, Toytown, newspaper smile We'll clap twice, lean back, we'll twist for a while (Yes) Well, now you've got the hang of it There's nothing you can't do with it Well, if you're very tuned to it, you can't go wrong All together Give us those happy days, Toytown, newspaper smile We'll clap twice, lean back, we'll twist for a while Well, now we've got the hang of it There's nothing we can't do with it And now we're very into it, we can't go wrong So remember the very special words Happy-day-long, Toylytown, newspaper-reading, chuckly smile-oad They all have a lovely turn Gnomespain, Huckelberry, fickle tickle my fingold Boy Blue left his horn stuffing under the settee and brought his melotrone And freaked 'em all out, oh, what a mindblast Jacky Jill, knees up, Mother Brodie Oh, what a joy of a trickly howathere I hope you'll turn out three quarters half as lovely, won't you wouldn't half and enjoy it Study cool, won't ya? Give me those happy days, Toytown, newspaper smile Clap twice, lean back, we'll twist for a while Well, now that we've got the hang of it There's nothing we can't do with it And if we're very into it, we can't go wrong Give me those happy days, Toytown, newspaper smile