Who wants pudding?
And who wants honey?
And who wants bananas and cream?
Who wants possessions,
With various obsessions,
Which God will remove if you scream?
Nothing much has changed.
My bodies a-creaking,
My mind keeps a-leaking,
My feet are all dirty and grey,
I live in my nightgown,
From sun-up to sundown,
And watching my sweet tooth decay.
Nothing much has changed.
Lines but join the dots,
Colouring Barbie and Ken,
? ? for me,
Biscuits for tea,
I live in my cupboard with friends.
Then,
Nothing much has changed,
Nothing much has changed,
Nothing much has changed.
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