Lyrics

[Intro] And so, seaty comfortable on the back of this enormous buzzy most of the fly Vrrp, they tooked off, like an escaped velocy of the rocket floatin' into orbit, yeah Now, after floating high up, over the mounty, through the deep valley of that For seven whole long days, they did a very soft and flat belly landing, if I may put it this way Where they landed? A tranquil beauty spot, before a deep fundamold of a forry Like August in the undergrowth, there it was And the fly said it, "I must leave you here" And hе pointed here with his sort of fly typе fingold, it was all feathery-feathery, and said "Mad John, mark me words, he liveth in a cave there in this far deep forry" "And he will transport for you and find it, not only the moon itself which you looked, but the philosophy of life to itself" And Stan had a mutual joy for this, and reach up and cudlymost of this big fly, and very hard to embrace it and mode mmm, mmm kissy, and the fly tickled him with his whiskers in his eardrum Off he went [Verse 1] There was an old man who lived in the greenwood Nobody knew him or what he had done But mothers would say to their children, "Beware of Mad John" [Verse 2] John would sing with the birds in the morning Laugh with the wind in the cold end of night But people from behind their curtains said he's not quite right [Verse 3] John had it sussed, he was living the life of a tramp Yes, his bed was the cold and the damp, but the sun was his friend He was free [Verse 4] So here was a wise one who loved all the haters He loved them so much that their hate turned to fear And shaking from behind their curtains, the loved ones would hear [Outro] So Stan walked toward the cave And in his mind, mark the word, Mad John Deep focus on this All the trim blowed looking into the dark and peering into the background of black And then appeared Mad John In fine, fine foldy silken robes All whitely hair simply lately beardy dangly Oh, the beard must have been thirty-four years old to grow it and grow it all night long And he was glowing with a friendly light Oh, dear joy And a voice full of a company, company, company All joy, life and livid ever laying from the cockload of his heartstrings "Cool to see you, man" "What's been ya hangup, man?" "I waiting seven days for ya" "Not still worried about the single light moon and dangly" Stan, yes, that's why I saw you out here and trippy trippy hell on the back of this fly and told me And John leaked arms with him And walking out stepper by stepper And he pointed with a company point, and he goes "There, up in the heavenly bode" What? Stan realized now which had stuck him like a smacker oh blurred which come out turn He never thought this before As the sunrise in the early morning So the recall of the moon in the eve Ah, and he thought Now, the fly had something extra special you folks would say to me, if you would And John looked happy and attract his earnestly of his eyeballs, straight nose-to-nose, and eye-to-eyeball for it Of course, I nearly forgot it Just you listen