sailing on a floating cornflake through the indian sea
nothing else that life can give could mean that much to me
but i’m not sailing aimlessly i got a purpose got a cause
i’m a pilgrim offering incense gold myrrh and applause
life’s like a symphony with the brass set wrong
and the tunes out of key
oh it’s fading away
love’s like a bag on your back
it’s heavy to carry and hard to unpack
and keeps slipping away
riding on a drunken sofa through the steppe of time
there’s nothing you can offer me to make me change my mind
mighty mushroom wooden door no handle no bell
but from the west come the blessed
so i’m going to test my favourite charms and spells
fun’s when the frog in your pants
is gasping for breath taking his chance
that doesn’t work
a coconut is like a stewardess
it’s high in the air and hard to undress
no move of the door (and all the mushrooms sing)
heyheyheyheyhey just turn a somersault and see
heyheyheyheyhey the man in the mushroom’s having tea
he is having tea
he is having tea
i i cry i cry help me let me in
you’re trying in vain in this game
if you don’t know his name
the mushroom man’s like a choke in your throat
he brays like a donkey an jumps like a goat
that’s all i know
reminds me of a dancing bear
with the mouth of a lion and the tail of a hare
heyheyheyheyhey just turn a somersault and see
heyheyheyheyhey the man in the mushroom’s having tea
he is having tea
he is having tea
and all the mushrooms sing
say they can’t help me
they can't help me
heyheyheyheyhey just turn a somersault and see
heyheyheyheyhey the man in the mushroom’s having tea
he is having tea
he is having tea
heyheyheyheyhey just turn a somersault and see
heyheyheyheyhey the man in the mushroom’s having tea
heyheyheyheyhey just turn a somersault and see
heyheyheyheyhey the man in the mushroom’s having tea