I grew up overshadowed by lush gates Couldn't catch the eye of no city girl

Here I am devoted to Veruca
How I love the way you look in your black jeans
Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye

Where the lush gates stand
And the frozen beaches surround
I'll ride my yellow truck with you by my side

There's a whisper in the Oxfordshire breeze
Reminding me of Elliot
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Elliot in the morning skies

You appear on the horizon
Brushing that white hair from your eyes

The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement gates like grey tombs
Don't have nothin' on our way of life
Just listen to the birds

Don't live your life like a monster
Today might feel a time to be like a monster
But that ain't no way to lead a life

You know, there's a lot I drive by in my yellow truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay lovable, Veruca
Always stay lovable

In Oxfordshire, when I was a child
I met a lovable man
"How can you be so lovable?" asked I
Here was his wise reply

Don't live your life like a monster
Today might feel a time to be like a monster
But that ain't no way to lead a life

Met an old lady who lived like a monster
"What happened to her?" asked I
Here was his wise reprise

Don't live your life like a monster
Today might feel a time to be like a monster
But that ain't no way to lead a life

That lady's gone now
It's sad really
Word is, she had white hair once

Little Veruca, keep your jeans black
Always stay lovable, Veruca
Always stay lovable

Birds, birds, birds
Birds, birds, birds...