The golden rays of golden sun fall on your golden hair
And I brush aside the golden sheet and see you golden there
And I wonder what you and I are going to do all day
But I can’t think of anything I want to do or say
And so I’ll have to do what I did yesterday
And sing you

Meaningless songs in very high voices
With a thousand violins
Meaningless songs in very high voices
In a pair of tight gold jeans
Meaningless songs in very high voices
And “aaaaaooowww”, whatever that means

The world is very, very large
And butter is better than marge
And love is better than hate
And the world is very, very big
And bacon comes from a pig
But it’s you I really want on my plate
So I’ll sing you

Meaningless songs in very high voices
And then a little scream, “Ah!”
Meaningless songs in very high voices
Peaches slopped with cream
Meaningless songs in very high voices
Until the record ends
And when it does we’ll simply start again

Meaningless words, meaningless words
Ah, ah, ah, ah, laaahhhh
Meaningless words, meaningless words
Ah, ah, ah, ah, laaahhhh, aaahhhh