"Hello Dougal, hi Florence and Zebedee too"
They all said "Hello Dylan, and how do you do"
The Magic Roundabout's starting anew
And the BBC has gone crazy
And though the script's rubbish
When it's all over, you
Will hear "Time for bed" Said Zebedee

"Hey, Dougal", I said as I passed him a drink
Is Florence a virgin? Say, what do you think
Have you heard about Noddy and her (nudge, wink, wink)
Is it true, is there hope for me?
Though I fancy her rotten
She reckons I stink
And it's "Time for bed" said Zebedee

"That rumour's untrue", she said "Here's where it ends
Because Noddy and I, we are only good friends"
I thought "Here comes my time for making amends"
"Florence, I wholly agree
That a rumour spreads
Not caring who it offends"
And it's "Time for bed" said Zebedee

But Dougal was unkind, called Florence a whore
Said "I ain't gonna work with that fat bat no more
I'm off to the Flowerpot men, just next door"
I said "OK, piss off and you'll see"
And he did, over Florence
And me and the floor
And it's "Time for bed" said Zebedee

So Dougal was gone, and no-one shed a tear
I told Florence I'd fancied her many a year
She replied her dislike for me was just a veneer
And I like it if she likes me
Florence said to me then
"Where do we go from here"
"Time for bed" said Zebedee