Round and round the cul-de-sac
Don’t look forward, don’t look back
The train’s off the track
And the hay’s in the stack
And there’s nothing to lack
Hear the nut crack
On the Union Jack
Wearing a plastic mac
That’s got the knack
It’s the king of the pack
Pinned on by a tack
Tied to a rack
Where the rope is slack
Given a good whack
And I’m back
In the cul-de-sac
