It's a sight to behold

When you've got some old words to mold

And you can make em your own

Still love it would be much better

Love it would be much better

I'm told

Its like golden corn and I love its golden glow

It's the little head inside your little hole

And out spring some sparkling thoughts

Still love it would be much better

Love it would be much better

I hope

Its like finding hope in an old folk song that you've never ever heard

Still you know every word

And for sure you can sing along

But love it would be much better

Love it would be much better

Love it would be much better

I know