(Wembley)
I believe in magic words.
I believe in love.
I believe in buried treasure falling from above.
One more time the world goes round.
One more magic day.
Now I've learned the magic sound that speeds it on its way.
And it goes pukka, pukka, pukka, pukka squeetily boink.
Sweet melody.
Pukka, pukka, pukka, pukka squeetily boink.
Neat harmony.
Whoa, pukka, pukka, pukka, pukka squeetily boink.
That's music to me.
Pukka, pukka, pukka, pukka squeetily boink.
Pukka, pukka squeetily dee.
You can learn the magic too.
You can learn to sing.
You can learn the special words that live in everything.
Teach your ear to here the stones.
Listen to the trees.
Magic is as magic does.
It lives in you and me.
And it goes pukka, pukka, pukka, pukka squeetily boink.
Sweet melody.
Pukka, pukka, pukka, pukka squeetily boink.
Neat harmony.
Whoa, pukka, pukka, pukka, pukka squeetily boink.
That's music to me.
Pukka, pukka, pukka, pukka squeetily boink.
Pukka, pukka squeetily dee.
Pukka, pukka squeetily dee.
Pukka, pukka, pukka, pukka squeetily dee.
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