Paul McCartney, Linda McCartney

So I sat in the attic
A piano at my nose
And the wind played a dreadful cantata cantata
Sore was I from the crack of an enemy's hose
And the horrible sound of tomato tomato
Ketchup ketchup
Soup and puree Soup and puree
Don't get left behind get left behind
When a rattle of rats had awoken
The sinews the nerves and the veins
My piano was boldly outspoken
in attempts to repeat it's refrain
So I stood with a knot in my stomach
And I gazed at that terrible sight
Of two youngsters concealed in a barrel
Sucking monkberry moon delight
Monkberry moon delight
Monkberry moon delight
Well I know my banana is older than the rest
And my hair is a tangled beretta
When I leave my pajamas to Billy Budapest
And I don't get the gist of
your letter your letter
Catch up catch up
Cats and kittens cats and kittens
Don't get left behind get left behind
Monkberry moon delight
Monkberry moon delight