Lyrics:

(HeatonRotheray) Build your dream castle out of sand It's bound to get washed up anyway Dream your dreams out of last week They're bound to have come up yesterday If you want to give them flowers Make them paper ones you send Live your life a jigsaw It goes back in the box, in the end Build your dream heart from plasticine 'Cause you're putty in their hands Mould your ambition in concrete 'Cause you'll only land in quicksand Carve your dough from play-dough 'Cause they'll roll you into a ball Make your friends from Lego 'Cause Lego makes a wall 'Cause when you build big houses The paintings get stolen The devil says he's silver When you know that he is golden When papier m?h??? heads make more sense than the sun Giving teacher apples could be fun or dumb Build your planes from Airfix 'Cause you'll only lose the war Write your love letters on rice paper At least you'll feed the poor Build your dream castle out of sand It's bound to get washed up anyway Dream your dreams out of last week They're bound to have come up yesterday