Life is like a panto mime
Where boys and girls sing all the time
I wish, I wish that I could dance like Michael Jackson
No chance!
Oh, whoa whoa whoa
I wish, I wish that I could make records so good
That people would buy two instead of one
In case they damaged it and so replaced
Oh, whoa whoa whoa
So you shall
So you shall
So you shall
So you shall
Life is like a panto mime
Where boys and girls sing all the time
I wish, I wish that I could dance like Michael Jackson
No chance!
Oh, whoa whoa whoa
So you shall
So you shall
So you shall
So you shall
Look behind you (Where?)
There!
Look behind you (Where?)
There!
Look behind you (Where?)
Look behind you (Where?)
There!
Look behind you (Where?)
I don't care just what you say
Because you're not my genie anyway
I wish, I wish that I could make records so good
That people would buy two instead of one
In case they damaged it and so replaced
Oh, whoa whoa whoa
So you shall
So you shall
So you shall
So you shall
The night is cold, the air so damp
I stumble on a dirty lamp
I give it a rub, went "Pump my soul!"
"I'm the genie, hello!"
The genie's cool and large of mouth
He says in your face he thought we could count
"That's my little joke," he said and smiled
I got my bubbles, but this cat's wild
Oh, whoa whoa whoa
Wouldn't it be nice if all there were no journalists at all?
"Good idea," I heard him say
"I've bought my vino anyway"
Oh, whoa whoa whoa
So you shall
So you shall
So you shall
So you shall
I wish, I wish that I could smile like a certain Terry Lee man
I wish, I wish that I could smile like a certain Terry Lee man
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish that I shall go things that I feel
I wish, I wish that I could smile like a certain Terry Lee man
I wish, I wish, I wish I knew