One Brown Mouse

Now then, here's, uh, here's the last of the acoustic songs for the time being
This one, One Brown Mouse an ode to, thank you
Mmm, yes, maybe, good, well, that's good enough, that's good enough - don't strain yourselves
Brum, bum, bum, bumbly, bum, bum, bum it goes - ready, good
A-one, two, three four


Smile your little smile
Take some tea with me awhile
Brush away that black cloud from your shoulder
Twitch your whiskers, feel
That you're really real
Another tea time, another day older

Puff warm breath on your tiny hands
You wish you were a man
Who every day can turn another page
Behind your glass you'll sit and look
At my ever-open book
One brown mouse sitting in a cage

Do you wonder if I really care for you
Am I just the company you keep
Which one of us exercises on the old treadmill
Who hides his head, pretending to sleep

Smile your little smile
Take some tea with me awhile
Brush away that black cloud from your shoulder
Twitch your whiskers, feel
That you're really real
Another tea time, another day older

Smile your little smile
Take some tea with me awhile
And every day we'll turn another page
Behind your glass we'll sit and look
At our ever-open book
One brown mouse sitting in a cage
One brown mouse sitting in a cage
One brown mouse sitting in a cage