Chumba Wumba song

Chumba wumba gobbledy goo 
Life isn't fair 
Its sad but its true 
Chumba wumba gobbledy gee 
When your poor legs are stiff as a tree 

What do you do when your stuck in a chair? 
Finding it hard to go up and down stairs 
What do you think of the one you call god? 
Isn't his absence slightly odd? 
Maybe he's forgotten you 

Chumba wumba gobbledy gorse 
Count yourself lucky your not a horse 
They would turn you into dog food 
Or into chumba wumba gobbledy glue