Lyrics:

I used to dream
That when I grew up
I'd learn everything there was to know about the stars
Funny
I haven't thought about all that in years
I'm not usually sentimental
It's good to look back sometimes
Is it?
I'm not so sure
A man has dreams of walking with giants
To carve his niche in the edifice of time
Before the mortar of his zeal has the chance to congeal
The cup is dashed from his lips
The flame is snuffed aborning
He's brought to rack and ruin in his prime
Life's a rum go, Governor, and that's the truth
You know what I think?
It's Mary Poppins
From the moment she stepped into the house
Things began to happen to me
My world was calm
Well ordered, exemplary
Then came this person, with chaos in her wake
And now my life's ambitions go
With one failed blow
It's quite a bitter pill to take
It is that Poppins woman
She's responsible for all of this
I know the very person
What's that song she's always singing?
A spoonful of sugar
That is all it takes
It changes bread and water
Into tea and cakes
A spoonful of sugar goes a long long way
So, have yourself a healthy helping every day
A healthy helping of trouble, if you ask me
It's like you're always saying, Governor
You've got to grind, grind, grind, at that grind stone
Though childhood slips, like sand through a sleeve
And all too soon, they're up and grown
Then, they've flown
And it's too late for you to give
Just that spoonful of sugar to help the medicine go down
The medicine go down-
Medicine, go down
Well, good luck, Governor
Thank you, Bert
And good luck to you, too