I got the bug out,
Flapping paper and a shout,
It nearly got me.

More gentle things now,
Something completely diff’rent.
Some more pink flowers.
As complex as simple is.
I got the bug out,
Flapping paper and a shout,
It nearly got me.

More gentle things now,
Something completely diff’rent.
Some more pink flowers.
They flew in today,
We ran quickly for cover,
To avoid its sting.

This one was napping,
We took a shot to show you,
A sample of bugs.
What an FA Cup!
With Man City’s six nil win,
What a stonking win!
Watford did so well,
To make it to the final,
Outstanding final.
Such a pleasant place,
In the centre of London,
Winter or Summer.

Springtime or autumn,
It has a restful beauty
If had some more time.
Whispy flowers grow,
In the Grey Friars Gardens.
Catching passing eyes!

Fine and looking good,
They are secret, understood?
But please take a look.
Here on Lothbury,
Green tree grows and flowers bloom,
At this lucky shop.

The city is great,
There is much to see and do.
If you take your time.
Roland Hill standing,
On top of a letter box.
St Paul’s behind him.

What did Roland do?
Penny post for all letters.
Letters after him.
They’re everywhere,
Griffins standing strong and proud,
Around London town.

Here is one I saw,
As I walked the other day,
Looking so fierce here.
The Kop is the best,
The best supporters around!
Now you can win it!
Walk on, yes, walk on,
With hope in your heart, sing it!
When your beating Spurs!
Here’s ‘Al’ in St. Ives,
Harp player that calms seagulls.
Lets you keep your chips!
The notes ringing out,
Brings the people down the hill,
And calls the tide in!

A little magic,
In harmonic melodies,
Sitting by the sea.