grew up overshadowed by wild tunnels Couldn't catch the eye of no city boy Here I am devoted to Joey How I love the way you look in your yellow jeans Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye Where the wild tunnels stand And the dormant waters surround I'll ride my little truck with you by my side There's a whisper in the Oxfordshire breeze Reminding me of Duddley That whisper builds That whisper cries Duddley in the morning skies You appear on the horizon Brushing that brown hair from your eyes The city folk with their fancy gadgets Cement tunnels like grey tombs Don't have nothin' on our way of life Just listen to the owls Don't live your life like a muppet Today might feel a time to be like a muppet But that ain't no way to lead a life You know, there's a lot I drive by in my little truck Folk who is messing up Always stay slender, Joey Always stay slender In Oxfordshire, when I was a child I met a slender man "How can you be so slender?" asked I Here was his wise reply Don't live your life like a muppet Today might feel a time to be like a muppet But that ain't no way to lead a life Met an old lady who lived like a muppet "What happened to her?" asked I Here was his wise reprise Don't live your life like a muppet Today might feel a time to be like a muppet But that ain't no way to lead a life That lady's gone now It's sad really Word is, she had brown hair once Little Joey, keep your jeans yellow Always stay slender, Joey Always stay slender Owls, owls, owls Owls, owls, owls...