I am he who is X Y and Zee
I carry no card my life is cheap
Have no worries I do not fret
Some may have what I’m yet to get
And you may wonder, «Is it how?»
A kitten may turn into a cow
With bells and horns and
Tinned corned beef
Forests, profits
Plastic High Streets
I am he who is A B and Cee
An easy option
Like twentieth century
Satisfaction guaranteed
It’s easy!
Let’s steal a spaceship and
Head for the sun and
Shoot the stars with
A lemonade ray gun
Make a movie and
A TV show
You be Jane
I’m George Jetson
CHORUS
I am you! You are me!
X Y Zee to A B Cee
You, Me, Us