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
You 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
You 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
I played this over and over when learning for my exams and doing thesis on university. And now I am doing my bookkeeping on it, it is so positive and makes me so happy!
This songs makes me happy beyond description. This album, along with lots of other Caravan work, has its rightful place in my classic prog playlist amongst the greats.
One of my customers considers himself as a bit of a "muso," Introduced him to this album and he is smitten!!he cant believe that he has gone through life thus far (60 odd years)without hearing this joyousness...