I’m just an ugly bug squashed on your windshield
And you’re a ladybird dancing on a minefield
I love the meadow grass that grows up around us
That’s where young Cupid found us

I’ll make a daisy chain and string it round your neck
They stole Saint Bruno’s brain so he couldn’t take a raincheck
But I’m for chilling here and waiting for the sunset
This is just about as good, as good as it gets...

With a baby in your belly and a timebomb on your lap
When there’s nothing on the telly, it’s time to spring the Honeytrap

Spider webs and hollyhocks, bindweed and cuckoo spit
Bluebells and golden rod, snowdrops and cow slips
Searching for a monastery we came upon a shallow grave
Bathed in a moonlit heat wave

Katkins and blackberries, thistles marked with stag musk
I paid for monkey glands and all I got was fairy dust
Sleeping in a weasel’s nest guarded by a goat’s skull
When you look for magic life can never be dull

With a baby in your belly and a timebomb on your lap
If there’s nothing on the telly, it’s time to spring the Honeytrap

Down by the mountain stream, head in a paperback
Jar full of dragonflies, net full of sticklebacks
Waiting for the dinner bell to ring through the pine trees
Let’s fill our crops with hot Cheese

Windfall cherry stones, sweet peas and nettle soup
Swallows and peacocks, dandelion parachutes
We should winter here, when snow caps the chapel wall
Light a fire in the Refectory hall

With a baby in your belly and a timebomb on your lap
When there’s nothing on the telly, it’s time to spring the Honeytrap

With a baby in your belly and a timebomb on your lap
When there’s nothing on the telly, it’s time to spring the Honeytrap

I’m just an ugly bug and you’re a ladybird
I’ll make a daisy chain, I’ll steal Saint Bruno’s brain
I love the meadow grass and I’m for chilling here
Search for a monastery, sleep in a weasel’s nest...