When I was young I thought that life was was so wonderful
A miracle
Oh I was beautiful, wonderful
And all the birds in the clubs they were dancing so happily
Playfully
Just for me
Then they swept me away a showed me how to be topical
Political
Oh prodical

I returned to my father when i had no money left
I was bereft
Of everything
So he took me away
And gave me a party
Arty
What a party

My brother was sad 'cos he had no happiness
Just crapiness
So I sent him away
And told him to be prodical
It was logical
Oh topical