Alison andrews came up to see me In a beautiful pea green coat She took my pulse, she brought me pills Wrapped up in a 5-dollar note And hand in hand on the edge of the sand We danced by the light of the moon We drove away for a year and a day To the land, where the bong tree grows There in the wood a piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose Hand in hand on the edge of the sand We danced by the light of the moon