In the land of grey and pink
where only boy-scouts stop to think
They`ll be coming back again
those nasty grumbly grimblies
And they`re climbing down
your chimney yes they`re trying to get in
Come to take your money
isn`t it a sin they`re so thin
They`ve black buckets in the sky
don`t leave your dad in the rain
Cigarettes burn bright tonight
they`ll all get washed down the drain
So we`ll sail away for just one day
to the land where the punk weed grows
Won`t need any money
just fingers and your toes
And when it`s dark our boat
will park on a land of warm and green
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke
it till we bleed that`s all we`ll need
While sailing back in morning light
we`ll wash our teeth in the sea
And when the day gets really bright
we`ll go to sea drinking tea
So we`ll sail away for just one day
to the land where the punk weed grows
Won`t need any money
just fingers and your toes
And when it`s dark our boat
will park on a land of warm and green
Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke
it till we bleed that`s all we`ll need
They`ve black buckets in the sky
don`t leave your dad in the rain
Cigarettes burn bright tonight
they`ll all get washed down the drain