Sylvia, what will we do

Here we are we're waiting for you



Who will light the way from where where we stand

The darkness plays a golden hand

You fed us all with rotten pears

But I don't care



Sylvia, you're such a gas

Your time has come and now must pass



Who will light the way from where where we stand

The darkness plays a golden hand

You fed us all with rotten pears

But I don't care



Sylvia, what will you do