Sanoja: Robert Wyatt. Alifib.

Not, nit, not, nit, no, not
Nit, nit, folly, bololey
Alifi my larder
Alifi my larder

I can't forsake you
Or for squeak you
Alifi my larder
Alifi my larder

Confiscate or make you
Late you, you
Alifi my larder
Alifi my larder

Not, nit, not, nit, no, not
Nit, nit, folly, bololy
Burly bunch, the water mole
Hellyplop and fingerhole
Not a wossit bundy, see?

For jangle and bojangle, trip, trip
Pip, pippy, pippy, pip, pip, landerim
Alifi my larder, Alifi my larder

I'm not your larder jammy jars and mustard
I'm not your dinner, you soppy old custard
And what's a bololey, when it's a folly?

I'm not your larder, I'm your dear little dolly
But when plops get too helly, I'll fill up your belly
I'm not your larder, I'm Alife your guarder