Full moon, four nights running Must mean something big is coming And everywhere that I've been running You've been running too Naked in the moonlight Bloodied by a spoon fight April, May, and June, right? Time is running too April, May, and June Lucky stars, a golden grommet Vomit in the garden bucket "Look out! Snakes!" a voice shouted And there's spiders too Hey, hey could that be you Whistling my favourite tune? Midnight to the morning dew I'll keep whistling through April, May and June All my joys have multiplied Numbered like the coffee grinds And everything that can shine, shines And time, always circling, circles wide Hey, hey could that be you Whistling my favourite tune? Midnight to the morning dew We'll keep whistling through April, May and June