My bed is made of candy floss, the house is made of cheese
It's lit by lots of glow-worms; if I'm wrong correct me please.
The village is a pop-up book, the people wooden dolls.

The roads are made of treacle, think it's time that I moved on.

Chorus:

My boat is half a walnut shell, the journey will be long
So I filled the hold with peppermints and creamy pink blanc-mange.
I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark

And came upon two large houses set out in a park.

Verse:

On the door of one was truth, on the other door was lies.
Which one should I enter thru? I really must decide
The door marked lies had lots of flowers growing round outside

But looking close I noticed it was crumbling inside

Verse:

The door marked truth was very plain, but stood up very strong,
And when I entered thru it's door I knew I wasn't wrong.