Lyrics:

Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite Sez
Give us a ring, give us a ring if you're
Mister Big
Sounding sour and frustrated
With the pressure of his own life.
Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite Sez
There are trees, painted white doves
Send us something [slip us something?]
Send us something
50 [blocks] at the hill provincial [parks]
Let the real reverend walk
He plans but they won't let him in
Terry Waite Sez
Terry Waite!
Fall Terry Waite Sez