The Elephants were dancing round a Maypole and a tree

The dog in front loves the dog behind

Just like you and me

The English pub collapses, like a pack of English cards

I thought we'd have to die of thirst

Instead, we'll have to starve

The Maypole turns into the joystick of an aeroplane

The air is thin, you're wearing specs

You look like Michael Caine

But your hair is longer and I'm sure

Your legs aren't quite the same

And that's not saying much for the rest of you