Yellow Teapot

Knows no pain
Golden bubble
So protected from the rain
No fear or concept struggle
And the moon and the sun
They revolve around him
And the toys and the playground
Yes they belong to him
I’m still waiting for my yellow teapot
And my flying carpet
And the little people living with the old lady in her giant shoe
Yes the old lady in her giant shoe
Now the colour tv screens
Tell them all what they want and they need to have
Some get and some don’t
Some admire from the distance
And the old get caught
In their fantasy world
What you need is a numance
And magic wardrobes
I’m still waiting for my yellow teapot
And my flying carpet
And the little people living with the old lady in her shoe
Yes the old lady in her giant shoe
So what happens when you say no
You must do as you’re told and wait your turn
Lying in the road
That’s the part ways borns afloat
And they follow their leader
With their radiant frown
While I sit and observe them
As they dazzle the crowd
I’m still waiting for my yellow teapot
And my flying carpet
And the little people living with the old lady in her giant shoe
Yes the old lady in her giant shoe