This Is the Truth

Mr Gradlintle this week Ate his lunch in the arid old heat Regaling all that his heart beats To go tripping up folk with his clown feet Watching the rain as it falls Fall on the little dog's paws Jack laughed at that and sat on his hat And that was the end of the mad old cat One more time if you please One more time if you please This is the truth everybody And we all play along Sing me a truth John Walrus Pauly We can all sing along The landlord was grim faced and soiled He was commonly moaning and oiled Fed people pies from sand and flies And laughed as they choked and recoiled He came to a sticky old end When the wife of his very best friend Baked him a bake from the mud in lake Pretending the mud was a chocolate cake One more time if you please One more time if you please This is the truth everybody And we all play along Sing me a truth John Walrus Pauly We can all sing along And Gerald Montague Smyth and that Stacey girl Danced with Lorna and Hairshirt til Minnesota rolled in That's right! This is the truth everybody And we all play along Sing me a truth John Walrus Pauly We can all sing along This is the truth everybody And we all play along Sing me a truth John Walrus Pauly We can all sing along This is the truth! This is the truth!