Lyrics:

It started pink
And overhead
Leaves and sky bled
It was thought time

After a while
Hubbub approached
The carriage hue
Was schoolyard brick

[Chorus]
The Wheeled-Wagon wore a wooden skin
With grey smiling chrome and seats in its belly
And this old fusty belly caught me unawares
Bad thing up and stole my very favourite bits

Next on the way
Came programmed tasks
Respectable
In grey units

With a worthy pat
At last round gold
To tell the hour
An exit chair

[Chorus]
The Wheeled-Wagon wore a wooden skin
With grey smiling chrome and seats in its belly
And this old fusty belly caught me unawares
Bad thing up and stole my very favourite bits