A Moon beam through the prune, in June
Reveals your chest, I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart, I bite your neck
The cheese I have, for you, my dear
Is real and very new
A Moon beam through the prune, in June
Reveals your chest, I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart I, bite your neck
The love I have, for you, my dear
Is real and very new
Prune! (Pa-da-dah!)
If it is a real prune, knows no cheese
(Cheeky chanky, cheeky chanky)
And stands (oh no!)
Taller or softer than any tree (or bush)
And I know, the love I have for you
Will grow and grow and grow, I think
And so my love, I offer you
A love that is strong, a prune that is true
