Lyrics Instant Charmer

If my karma doesn't suit ya'
I don't think we'll have a future.
How sad. Won't that be sad.

I feel like a missionary
trying to resolve my penetrary ambitions.
I'll be missing.

I could change,
but I've been too long
under this weight of mine.

I got you the complete works of Milton
and the best piece of English Stilton
I could. Yeah, I could.

But I forgot the cheese was made of animal rennet,
the subject of your letter to the senate.
I hope, I hope your bill gets through.

This little ant is changing his trousers.
His graduating from a hippy to a wowser
now, now he's young.