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    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    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