Rubber Band, there's a Rubber Band that plays tunes out of tune
In the library garden, Sunday afternoon
While a little chappie waves a golden wand
Rubber band, in 1912 I was so handsome and so strong
My mustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long
And I loved a girl while you played teatime tunes
Dear Rubber Band, you're playing my tune out of tune
Rubber Band, won't you play a haunting theme again to me?
While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea
The sun is warm but it's a lonely afternoon
Oh, play that theme
Rubber Band, how I wish that I had joined your Rubber Band
We could play in lively parks throughout the land
And one Sunday afternoon, I'd find my love
Rubber Band, in the 1418 war, I went to sea
Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me
Now she's married to the leader of your band