Chumba wumba gobbledy goo 

Life isn't fair 

Its sad but its true 

Chumba wumba gobbledy gee 

When your poor legs are stiff as a tree 



What do you do when your stuck in a chair? 

Finding it hard to go up and down stairs 

What do you think of the one you call god? 

Isn't his absence slightly odd? 

Maybe he's forgotten you 



Chumba wumba gobbledy gorse 

Count yourself lucky your not a horse 

They would turn you into dog food 

Or into chumba wumba gobbledy glue