A moonbeam through the prune

In June

Reveals your chest

I see your lovely beans

And in that magic go-kart

I bite your neck

The cheese I have for you

My dear

Is real

And very new!

A moonbeam through the prune

In June

Reveals your chest

I see your lovely beans

And in that magic go-kart

I bite your neck

The love I have for you

My dear

Is real

And very new!

Doh-Doh-Doh Doh-Doh

Prune!

(Pah-Da-Dahhh!)

If it is a real prune...

(Pah-Da-Dahhh!)

Knows no cheese!

(Chunka Chunk . . .

Chunka Chunka Chunka Chunka Chunk . . . )

And stands . . .

(Oh No-o-o-o!)

Taller & stronger

Than any tree

Or bush!

And I know

The love I have for you

Will grow & grow & grow

I think

And so my love

I offer you

A love that is strong

A prune that is true!