Pull out the bunting   She made 'em one by one   Hang 'em in the trees   Or they'll blow away      Move to the country   The town has told its tale   You'll be forgotten   When the autumn leaves, they fell      And the whole place   Didn't look the same that night   They put a party on and waited   For the sunlight to recall   All the days are a ticking gone      Bye Baby Bunting   All England wants you home   Away in the hills   Where the wild things, they roam      So I'll never know why   She made 'em one by one   Hanging in the trees   'Til a breeze, it comes      And the country   Didn't look the same that day   They put a party on   [Incomprehensible]   To a day, a ticking gone