You say the moon is full of gold
Well, that's not quite what I was told
It's shining on the best it can
To Mother Earth and for the man
Don't ask me why
Cause I don't know why
Just let it shine
That's all I want
All right
I don't mind
Look, there's a glasshouse full of glazes
They're pitching up a hole or two
Well, don't you see they're me and you
But there's a lot more holes than we've got glue
Ooh
My, my, my, my
Didn't they know
My, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my
Doesn't it show
There's something wrong with all of us two
There's a teacher making fun of me
To make fun of me
To be creepy
To teach me how to cannot
Is there anything else I should consider

Sometimes it can be very difficult
Could I at least get over myself

Well, I ended up leaving
My old woman



Why don't you change yourself instead, or who do you think will make your bed?
My, my, my, my, didn't you know? My, my, my, my, my.
My, my, my, my, doesn't it show? There's something wrong with all of us two.
Trampolinas, trampolines, trampolines, trampolines, trampolines.
Woo!