| Look at the morning’s golden sun |
| Her warmth had melt away your fantasy dreams |
| Of Mr. GLEE prisoned in ROCKPOMMEL’s LAND |
| Because he’d laughed and danced holding children’s hands |
| Look Ernie where you are, forget about Mr. GLEE |
| You’re just awoken on Maraboo’s tree |
| Look at the morning’s golden sun |
| Boiling the water kettle right on her head |
| Old Maraboo is warming morning due for you |
| Ain’t it enough at least for this dream to be true |
| But Ernie said goodbye, to find Mr. GLEE |
| And Maraboo gave him a feather on his way downtree |
| On his way, his long, long way downtree |
| You, have you got any aim you could hang on a name |
| When you’re chasing around, climbing trees up and down |
| See this sinister confusion around, little boy watch out |
| You’re in ROCKPOMMEL’s SEVERITY TOWN |
| This cursed place works so graceless and so loud |
| (Hey, mach schneller du Ochse) |
| The Blackshirts have imprisoned Mr. GLEE 'cos he wants to be the children’s |
| friend |
| Run little Ernie, you’re so young and so free |
| Let your faith and your feather lead you to ROCKPOMMEL’s LAND |
| Ernie chased around and found the town gate |
| Where two Blackshirts were on guard |
| Their stoney heads looked so amazing and he laughed |
| That’s why they tried to seize him |
| He skipped and struggled hard to get off |
| T’was a real mess around |
| And undesigned the Blackshirts touched his feather |
| Which froze in their frozen town |
| Announcements (spoken): |
| Little Ernie didn’t believe his eyes when suddenly he was alone. |
| Maraboo gave him a magic feather, which turned each Blackshirt into a stone. |
| Totally exhausted Ernie went off this severe place and followed a way leading |
| to the mountains. Half an hour later he rested in the shade of a HOWARD |
| JOHNSON’s Where he began to consider whether he should turn around the record |
| or have another hot dog… |