(Ivor Cutler)



You are the centre of your little world and I am of mine.

Now and again we meet for tea, we're two of a kind.



This is our universe, cups of tea.



We have a beautiful cosmos, you and me.

We have a beautiful cosmos.



What do we talk of whenever we meet? Nothing at all!

You sit with a sandwich I look at a roll.



Sometimes I open my mouth, and shut it.



We have a beautiful cosmos, you and me.

We have a beautiful cosmos.



You are the centre of your little world and I am of mine.



We have a beautiful cosmos, you and me.

We have a beautiful cosmos