Lyric

Known for his love of the scent of the orange, He was an outlaw, shunned by the whole village. He always played an unknown song on a grass flute, In this picture-perfect island setting, he stood out. A strange man, source unknown, in unfashionable clothes

Then one day, a band of thieves came tearing in, They pillaged and threatened, and the people fled in panic. It was then that he, with a face that showed no interest, Swatted them down and chased the villains away

Everyone's eyes grew wide in shock, And they burst into applause

He played on the swing set, making his shoes fly high, He was instantly a hero to the children, looked up to by all. He carved out a wooden dragonfly and sent it flying high, In this picture-perfect island. He carried a skewer on his daily walk, a bit of a bodyguard now

On that very island, today, he yawns again, Birds flock to his messy bed-head. This strange man, who sees all animals and plants, Believes that all life is the same, as he bites into an orange

The sun smiles warmly upon the island, Shining down brightly