Текст песни Chumba Wumba song

Chumba wumba gobbledy goo Life isn't fair Its sad but its true Chumba wumba gobbledy gee When your poor legs are stiff as a tree What do you do when your stuck in a chair? Finding it hard to go up and down stairs What do you think of the one you call god? Isn't his absence slightly odd? Maybe he's forgotten you Chumba wumba gobbledy gorse Count yourself lucky your not a horse They would turn you into dog food Or into chumba wumba gobbledy glue