Pudding
And who wants honey?
And who wants bananas and cream?
Who wants processions
With various obsessions?
Which God will remove if you scream.
Nothing much has changed.
My body's a-creakin'
My mind keeps awakin'/a-weaknin',
My feet are all dirty and grey.
I live in my nightgown,
>From sun-up to sundown,
I'm watching my sweet tooth decay.
Nothing much has changed.
Lines, spots,
Join the dots,
Colour in Barbie and Ken,
Scab on your knee,
Biscuits for tea,
I live in my cupboard with friends, Ben(?)
Nothing much has changed.
Nothing much has changed.
Nothing much has changed.