Yellow Teapot

?? knows no pain

?? golden bubble

So protected from the rain

No fear or concept of 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 lonely 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