The gnome — Pink Floyd

I want to tell you a story 'bout a little man, if I can, A gnome named Grimble Grumble. And little gnomes stay in their homes, Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine.

He wore a scarlet tunic, a bluegreen hood; it looked quite good. He had a big adventure amidst the grass, fresh air at last. Wining, dining, biding his time.

And then one day, hooray, another way for gnomes to say, "Hooray!" Look at the sky; look at the river. Isn't it gooD? Look at the sky; look at the river. Isn't it gooD? Winding, finding places to go. And then one day, hooray, another way for gnomes to say, "Hooray!"