Take it down and don't you let those tears quench the thirsty ground. And don't you be so scared that you can't make a sound. Make a sound for me. All of London sing,
'cause England swing and they should love the tales I bring. Those raining days they ain't so bad when you're the king. The king they want to see. Homegrown rock to the rhythm and bop to the beat of the radio.
You ain't got the slang but you got the face to play the role, and
you can play with me.
I cut out Mr, Pyramid Guy from the opening title scene. Feel free to print it out and use as whatever. I printed out two and used them to cover the front and back of an old air freshener, and hanged it from the rear view mirror in my car.