When I was six years old

Teacher told me I was slow

"You must learn to count to ten --

You can't just stop at seven."

But seven scabie Grahams

And seven Gevar lambs

And seven kits with seven cats

And seven dwarves in seven hats

When I go to work

The numbers make my head hurt

My boss says, "A dozen even."

I say "No! It must be seven!"

'Cause seven sister stars

And seven Argives sparred

And seven streets with seven dials

And seven horns and seven eyes

I get home from work again

Flip to Channel Seven

The girl pulls the balls from the bin

The next six -- all sevens!

Yeah, seven autumn flowers

And seven bidding bauers

And seven champions kneel

And seven colored wheels

And seven bloody stones

And seven kings of Rome

And seven deadly plagues

And seven floating kegs

The bodies seven lie