This is the story
Of a lad and a lass.
Of a love long lost,
Of a spring long past.
Theirs was a unity
That could not last.
One made of rubber,
The other of brass.
And off we'll go.
To a place I know.
To a wondrous land
We can call our own.
I know a place
We can lay our heads.
Till we make it back
To our Lovers beds.
Oh, and off we'll go.