Two, three
One, two, three

When I was quite young and quite small for my size
I met an old man in the Desert of Drize
And he sang me a song I will never forget
At least, I haven't forgotten it yet

He sat in a terribly prickly place
He sang with a sunny sweet smile on his face
When you think things are bad, you feel sour and blue
When you start to go mad you should do what I do

Just tell yourself, Duckie
You're really quite lucky
Some people are much more
Oh, ever so much morе
Oh, muchly much-much more
Unlucky than you

When you think things are bad, you feel sour and bluе
When you start to go mad you should do what I do

Just tell yourself, Duckie
You're really quite lucky
Some people are much more
Oh, ever so much more
Oh, muchly much-much more
Unlucky than you