Mr. Smiles and Mr. Pop-Pop sit outside the barroom door The youngest sons in Jerusalem reporting on the war And three blind master plumbers have just got back from the moon And Harvey and the Grease Band singing words which have no tune Ah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Hogarth's on the beach head looking for another home Leaving naught behind him but a photograph of Rome The Egyptians hanging on my wall have nothing more to fear And Harvey and Grasp and singing words they learnt by ear Ah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh For Pius the Rambler was seen last night in France By the orphans of the light-house at a pentacostal dance And meanwhile, back on Mount Stryod, sun comes shining down And Harvey and his pretty singing words, which have no sound Ah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Cloud-bringers and go-getters get and bring what you can find Nobody shouts or stumbles, or has any axe to grind For the priestly rent-collector says his mind is on the bend And Harvey and his grass-farm make their song come to its end Well, there ain't no point in kicking up a row, there's nobody here but me Well, there ain't no point in kicking up a row, there's nobody here but me Well, there ain't no point in kicking up a row, there's nobody here but me Well, there ain't no point in kicking up a row, there's nobody here but me