Mistress mouse and Mr. Popup sit outside the foreign door
The younger sons in Jerusalem reporting on the war
And three blind mouse-to-plumbers have just got back from the moon
And Harvey and the grease band singing words which have no tune
Aha ha hah?

Hoggart's on the beachhead looking for another home
Leaving nothing behind him but a photograph of Rome
The Egyptians hanging on my wall have nothing more to fear
And Harvey and his brass band singing words they learnt by ear
Ahah haha haha?

Orpheus the rambler was seen last night in France
By the offhand of the lighthouser to pay the coastal dance

And meanwhile back on Mount Striol, the sun comes shining down
And Harvey and his pretty singing words which have no sound
Aha haha haha haha?

Cloud-bringers and go-getters get and bring what you can find
Nobody shouts or stumbles or has any axe to grind
Oh the priestly rant collector says his mind is on the bend
And Harvey and his brass band make their song come to it's end
 
Well, there ain't no point in kicking up around; there's nobody here but me
There ain't no point in kicking up around; there's nobody here but me