Here's the town in which I live Petunia Green Here's the shop and here's the man who sold me laces for my shoe There is Mr.Marcus. Boys they say he's mad 'Here's the battle that I won' Silver Treetop School For Boys
Early years were good as gold An apple here an apple there And everywhere a 'yes sir', 'no sir' They made me roll the cricket pitch once a day I´ve never been so happy than at Silver Treetop School For Boys
The mowing machine was leaving small piles of grass The wind had blown to visit to the pipe of Mr.Marcus The smell of teaching fell upon the cricket field Smiling, laughing, rolling about at Silver Treetop School For Boys.
Hey there They called in the staff room They called in the canteen "Hey come and look at what I found" "I found some boys and Master sitting On the cricket ground at Silver Treetop School For Boys"
The English master, Sir, he wores a purple mask and the Head, who's usually sad, was swinging from a tree Mr.Brown the Physics man is off his head And everyone just loves the grass at Silver Treetop School For Boys Lalalalalalala lalala lalalalalalalalala lalalalalalalalala lalalalalalalalalaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
