Look inside the picnic basket
you'll find fruit.
Don't ask easy questions, friend, the point is moot.

I'm a scrum half
I'm a boxer
I've got style.

And the sounds that you all dance too aren't worthwhile,
And If we find a way, there'll be nothing left to say.


Who's your mango?
Won't you try my mango


Juniper and spices, garlic, all my clothes.
Where is my claymation doll without a nose?
Grab a laughing kookaburra by the scrum.

Don't forget your backwards tulip, native son.
And if we find a way, there'll be nothing left to say.


Who's your mango?
Won't you try my mango


Tardiness is frowned upon, but you're alright.
Vegetables are good for you, just try a bite.
Mool has got a new surprise for everyone!

Listen good and hard to Mool's new favorite scrum!
And if we find a way, there'll be nothing left to say.