It’s freezing, then it’s boiling hot
As we travel through the near and far
It’s the last word, the last war
It may even be the last hurrah

The searchlights are out of focus
As unfamiliar songs shake the trees
It means the end of holidays in Spain
I fear there soon could be purple rain

As meercats peer over the hedge
The silence is shattered as babies cry
Panicked lemmings stampede over the edge
And the last salamander gets ready to die

It’s sad, without the sadness
Now someone’s picking my lock
An old man smiles and lifts his hat
Says: ‘How are things, old cock’

We hear a call of ‘stranger danger’
As the hunter weeps in the bracken
Now they’ve sent a search party out
They really need to get cracking

It’s freezing, then it’s boiling hot
As we travel through the near and far
It’s the last word, the last war
It may even be the last hurrah

As meercats peer over the hedge
The silence is shattered as babies cry
Panicked lemmings stampede over the edge
And the last salamander gets ready to die.