Lyrics

There's a boy soprano and the Welsh Choir howling on the radio
Voice pure like a laser, purely amazing
Everyone once is sweet and innocent,
But put 'em on a stage, it puts them in a rage
Why can't we just sing?

Dutch Bangalow has three rooms and cinder block walls
Dutch Bungalow is metaphysical light in green glass balls
Dutch Bungalow holds a beating heart and the biggest part
of Heaven I've ever seen

Keep this under hat or under glass
Big city spoils the trees and the mountains and the grass
We keep it growing, silence is golden
It gives music restraint
Spaces to breathe, and relieve and conceive
Soon love is glowing in her eyes.

Chorus