I drink gin like a 1960’s wino

I can go for it

I hate the heat

The heat hates me

So I hide in here

And when I’m lonely I do tricks for the barmaid

She is not amused

In Greenland Sound may I be found

There is a sun

There is a sun

You hold hands and he tells you that you love him

Little buttercup

You’re better than me

But I won’t wilt

Little buttercup

You're a dog and you like to go out dancing

Say what saddens you

Over the dumps, over the docks

There is a sun

There is a sun

Welcome to the land where jokes come true

It’s called my bedroom

I’m yours

Little buttercup

Little buttercup