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
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
