La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la,
la la la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la la.
Little
Pleasure
Acre, tiny bit of nature,
daffodil and tulip beds.
Garden in the city, always very pretty,
never sees a buttercup's head.
Lone perambulators, hushed along by maters,
walk around the tarmac square.
Businessmen with papers, frown on doggy capers,
sandwiches and open air.
All that is green is a pleasure to be seen
Even in town,
hidden by the building's frown
All that is green is a pleasure to be seen, even in town,
hidden by the building's frown.
Sunday morning pooter, boy on little scooter,
splendid on his two -stroke mare, scarf around
his shoulder, trying to look older,
chatting of the
Swedish au pair.
Romances abounding, shrubbery surrounding,
hiding those without a care.
People with the leisure, take enormous pleasure,
every day you'll find them there.
All that is green is a pleasure to be seen
Even in town,
hidden by the building's frown
All that is green is a pleasure to be seen,
Even in town,
hidden by the building's frown.
La la la la la la la
All that is green
It's a pleasure to be seen, even in town,
hidden by the building's frown, all that is green.