Lyrics

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 There is Mr. Marcus, boys, 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 The mowing machine was leaving small piles of grass The wind had blown to visit blazing to the pipe of Mr. Marcus The smell of teaching fell upon the cricket field Smiling, laughing, rolling about at Silver Treetop School for Boys "Hey, there!" He calls in the staff room He calls in the canteen "Hey, come and look at what I found A thousand boys and masters sitting On the cricket grounds at Silver Treetop School for Boys." Lalalalalalala lalala lalalalalalalalala lalalalalalalalala lalalalalalalalala The English master thought he was a purple mouse And the Head, who's usually sad, is swinging from a tree Mr. Brown, the physics man is off his head And everyone just loves the grass at Silver Treetop School for Boys Lalalalalalala lalala lalalalalalalalala lalalalalalalalala lalalalalalalalala