Sylvia, what will we do
Here we are we're waiting for you

Who will light the way from where where we stand
The darkness plays a golden hand
You fed us all with rotten pears
But I don't care

Sylvia, you're such a gas
Your time has come and now must pass

Who will light the way from where where we stand
The darkness plays a golden hand
You fed us all with rotten pears
But I don't care

Sylvia, what will you do