Lyrics:

A bed in the sky would make me higher up
Than sleeping under this bush
If I had a magic broom, I'd rev it up
And out in space I would whoosh
I'd ask you to be with me there to
Do anything you would like to do

I like singing spaces not bricks
Intervals and all the notes inbetween
I like making big mistakes
Knickerless girls being understood but not seen
But I've got a nasty cold today
I've run out of words to say 'arbitrary'
(Arbitrary)