Well the sun hangs low and bright and orangein the 
blazing heat today
And it's just a watery coat of paint that keeps
the sun's rays at bay
And the biting flies are miserable
and their skin is en flambe
But the phanties think there's a cool lagoon
just a little ways away
So they go walkin' and a-walkin' and a-walkin' and a-
walkin'
in a single file line
They go walkin' and a-walkin' and a-walkin' and a-
walkin'
and they seem to feel fine
They go walkin' and a-walkin' and a-walkin' and a-
walkin'
in a single file line
They go walkin' and a-walkin' and a-walkin' and a-
walkin'
and their wrinkles tell the time
The sky it shelters overhead
like a pale blue glassy dome
And the tall grass rustles
as the other creatures
aimlessly still roam
And when the sun has fallen
and the day collapses into night
The phanties stay their course,
finding their way by bright moonlight
And they go walkin' and a-walkin' and a-walkin' and a-
walkin'
in a single file line
They go walkin' and a-walkin' and a-walkin' and a-
walkin'
and they seem to feel fine
They go walkin' and a-walkin' and a-walkin' and a-
walkin'
in a single file line
They go walkin' and a-walkin' and a-walkin' and a-
walkin'
and their wrinkles tell the time
And when the sun pokes up again
they know the heat the day will bring
But when despair begins to threaten
They begin to sing
And with every step they take
They know inside their trek
may never end
But they're pretty sure that
that lagoon must be
just around the bend
So they keep walkin' and a-walkin' and a-walkin' and a-
walkin'
in a single file line
They keep walkin' and a-walkin' and a-walkin' and a-
walkin'
and they seem to feel fine
They keep walkin' and a-walkin' and a-walkin' and a-
walkin'
in a single file line
They keep walkin' and a-walkin' and a-walkin' and a-
walkin'
and their wrinkles tell the time