Did you ever lick the chocolate off a Wagon Wheel to see the biscuit underneath?
did you ever brush your teeth with Coca Cola or **** on candy floss to see when it would melt?

If you never felt the magic of the moment that you're in and you never stuck a pin into a balloon so that you could hear it pop,
if you never stopped to think that thinking was a good idea or closed your eyes when danger rolled up just to say, 'that I don't see you'.

Where have you been all the days of your days?
there's a grey in the hue and its colour is you
no rainbow's will come if you don't dance in the sun
if you don't splash in the rain or draw silly faces or snap your own braces or chase all the dreams then it all seems a bit biscuit without any coating.


I lick the stripes off a humbug one by one and when they are gone I start on another one
I eat my cornflakes one flake at a time, mime to Rhianna, pretend I'm playing the piano when I'm picking my toes
but I have never thought there's a goldfield stuck up my nose, never dug there,
not that I care if you do, it's just another hue and we're all different shades of the same blades of grass.

Don't let the magic pass you by.