Chumba wumba gobbledy goo
Life isn't fair
Its sad but its true
Chumba wumba gobbledy gee
When your poor legs are stiff as a tree

What do you do when your stuck in a chair?
Finding it hard to go up and down stairs
What do you think of the one you call god?
Isn't his absence slightly odd?
Maybe he's forgotten you

Chumba wumba gobbledy gorse
Count yourself lucky your not a horse
They would turn you into dog food
Or into chumba wumba gobbledy glue