Lyrics:

In the sanctuary
Of private rhetoricy
When a bustling crowd intrudes
Where rival ship meets no incentive
To impale its reckless course

One, two, three, four

Where all is lulled
To peace and quiet
Is of all places
The most appropriate
To illuminate
The sparkling fires of love
And receive in turn the electro-darts
Of sweet devotion

Doo-doo, dee-dah-dee, doo-doo
Sparkling fires
Electro-darts