Lyrics:

A moonbeam through the prune in June
Reveals your chest, I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart, I bite your neck
The cheese I have for you, my dear, is real and very new

A moonbeam through the prune in June
Reveals your chest, I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart, I bite your neck
The love I have for you, my dear, is real and very new

Prune (pa-da-dah)
If it is a real prune (pa-da-dah)
Knows no cheese (chunka, chunka, chunka, chunka)
And stands, (oh no)
Taller or softer than any tree or bush

And I know the love I have for you
Will grow and grow and grow, I think
And so, my love, I offer you
A love that is strong, a prune that is true