In a land of grey and pink, we're only Boy Scouts stuff to thinkThey'll be coming back again, those nasty grumbly grimbliesAnd they're climbing down your chimney, yes they're trying to get inCome to take your money, it's an inner sinThey're so thin, there's black buckets in the skyDon't leave your dad in the rainCigarettes burn bright tonight, they'll all get washed down the drainSo we sail away for just one day, to the land where the poppy growsYou won't need any money, just fingers and your toesAnd when it's dark our boat will park on a land of warm and greenPick our fellow bunkweed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all we'll needThere's black buckets in the skyDon't leave your dad in the rainCigarettes burn bright tonight, they'll all get washed down the drainSo we sail away for just one day, to the land where the poppy growsYou won't need any money, just fingers and your toesAnd when it's dark our boat will park on a land of warm and greenPick our fellow bunkweed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all we'll needThank you!So we sail away for just one day, to the land where the poppy growsYou won't need any money, just fingers and your toesAnd when it's dark our boat will park on a land of warm and greenPick our fellow bunkweed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all we'll needLean back in morning light, we'll wash our teeth in the seaAnd if the day gets really bright, we'll go to sea drinking*