Pink clouds

Hanging in the sky so low

It's the sunlight's final hour

So it's putting on a show

Through the park, I walk

Dogs bark, and lovers talk

And all of us united by that

Colour in the sky, just see those

Pink clouds

A kite is floating on the breeze

And below, a man is sleeping

Under eucalyptus trees

The sky is now his ceiling

The grass is now his bed

His face is kinda pale

His eyes are rolled back in his head

I try to shake him

It doesn't wake him

And I try not to get my hopes up

But I think I've found a

Dead guy in the park

What a thrill, 'cause now

I get to call the police!

Triple 0, here we go!

"What is your emergency?"

"I'm glad you asked, I found a

Dead guy in the park

I'm happy to wait with the corpse

'Til the police arrive

A dead guy in the park!

I'll guard the body personally

You'll find us in the park beneath these

Pink clouds."

Every day must rise and fall

And the sky above reminds us

Love connects us, one and all

This man was once a child

Careless, young and free

Could he have known

The last thing he might see would be these

Pink clouds

Maybe they'll put me on the news

As the guy that found the body

Maybe I'll do interviews

And they'll ask me what I saw

I'll say "At first I wasn't sure."

Then I'll break down and say

"Sorry, it's still raw. It was a

Dead guy in the park"

Now people are gathering round, but I'm like

"Fuck off, this is

My dead guy in the park!"

And I don't know his story, but I know how it ends

So I'm gonna hold him, as his soul ascends into these

Pink clouds

I hear sirens coming now

I stroke his body gently

And I kiss him on the brow

That's when he wakes up

Turns out he's not dead

He's just confused

By the dude kissing his head

The cops are nearly here

They're gonna think I'm silly

So I put my hands around his throat

And I start squeezing 'til he's dead

The guy in the park

"Well, officer, I was just strolling along and saw a

Dead guy in the park."

But out of death springs new life

And at his funeral I'm chatting to his kids and his wife

And they invite me round for dinner

And then we play Charades

"I waddle like a penguin but they think that I'm a spade"

And we laugh

And then the children say

"That's the first time that we've laughed since Daddy passed away"

And I say "Shh."

"Your Daddy will forever be a part of your life

And his very final words were 'Look after my wife.'"

So on a cool day in July

As we said our vows I looked up at the sky

And saw those

Pink clouds

Pink clouds

Pink clouds

And all of us united by that

Colour in the sky

Thank you so much, let's hear it again for Richard Vaudrey on the cello! I have a serious question now, particularly for all the women in the room, and that is just to check in and... um, ask how your crotches are feeling? We had the air conditioning cranking as much as we could, but I just don't... it's not too sweaty, it's ok? No, serious question! I don't know if you're aware of this but there is a product that's been released that can help you with that problem, if you do have it. It's designed to eliminate the ancient scourge of crotch sweat. You may have seen the ads, it's like: women playing sport and the guys are standing there, and sort of repulsed by it. And then they buy these products and then suddenly the guys like them again. And it's all, happily ever after. Have you seen this? Good product, good product, fine product, no problems! I just note that it is lacking a theme song. So I've penned a suggestion, sent it to the company, and I'm yet to hear back.