Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

Scaling Venusian mountains
Turning a blind eye to sight
Awash in Cyprian fountains
Wading through jewel-boxes of delight

{Chorus}
Well, they call it the Tropics
‘Cause it’s steamy hot and wet
And as far as a topic
That’s as close as it gets

Climbing up the plum tree
Puddings in a ring
Sweeter than any candy
The confectioner might bring

Licking the night physic
Merging converging nerves
Frantic and spasmodic
Along hyperbolic curves

{Chorus}

Trouble comes a-knocking
With a twisted mistletoe sprig
Double-backed beast bucking
In a furious Paphian jig

It’s a venerable monosyllable
A veritable cascade
A source as inexhaustible
As the way we all were made