Just take the caps up an octave, and you’ll be looking fine.
Georgie, you’re out of tune. You’re out of tune, man.
The people who run the Royal Parks will be happy some of these days
No more flowers and ice cream will never spoil their grass
They won’t have to smile if they don’t want to
They can read their Sunday papers
The people who run the Royal Parks will be happy some of these days
The people from the Parliament will be laughing any day now
They’ve closed the pub stations and locked the parks on a Sunday afternoon
They won’t have to endure smiling people
Love won’t get in their eyes
The people from the Parliament will be laughing any day now
They’ll be happy
They’ll be smiling
They’ll go to the races
They’ll drink scotch whiskey
They’ll practice smiling
The people that we know are happy all the time
All they want to do is spread a little sunshine for you
So please let us throw out flowers
We wont break the path keeper’s glasses
The people that we know are happy all of the time