Tightly cling on to your teapot handle,
gather your robe and snuff out your candle flames
Are you going to crash about
on your finger cymbals today?
You can hop, skip and dance
until your sandals wear away

The gift of free love is tapping on your shoulder
Lighting up your head as a jostick holder
So vegetate, until the incense burns away
Collect your trinkets, gather your tat
Put on your bangles and your Womad hat
And juggle for days until the incense burns away

A world of hippy shit blanking current affairs
Grab your teapot, descend the rickety stairs
Choose wise this life of squalor
for the credibility marks
You can light an incense candle
if you're frightened of the dark

The gift of free love is tapping on your shoulder
Lighting up your head as a jostick holder
So vegetate, until the incense burns away
Collect your trinkets, gather your tat
Put on your bangles and your Womad hat
And juggle for days until the incense burns away

Dupe Taggart with the fake suicide
Using chloroform and carbon monoxide
You can drill a few holes
in the top of the victim's skull
Here's one I prepared earlier
with a jostick in each hole

The gift of free love is tapping on your shoulder
Lighting up your head as a jostick holder
So vegetate, until the incense burns away
Collect your trinkets, gather your tat
Put on your bangles and your Womad hat
Collect your trinkets, gather your tat
Put on your bangles and your Womad hat
And juggle for days until the incense burns away

And juggle for days until the incense burns away