Velvet Valley

Going down to the velvet valley
Where syrup streams come to swell
Going down to tickle my fancy
And to tickle yours as well

Diving deep in quivering caverns
Imbibing the nexus of ecstasy
Sugar-soaked flooded cisterns
Overflowing with fantasies

The secret of Nature
It’s on the tip of my tongue
It’s on the tip of my tongue
It’s on the tip of my tongue

Going down to the velvet valley
And I’m off to ring that belle
The kind that chimes luxuriously
Coaxing nectar from the well

Sipping milk of paradise
At the mouth of the sacred river
I weave a circle ‘round her thrice
So she knows I come a giver

The secret of Nature
It’s on the tip of my tongue
It’s on the tip of my tongue
It’s on the tip of my tongue

Well, they call it the Tropics
‘Cause it’s steamy hot and wet
And as far as a topic
That’s as close as it gets

Going down to the velvet valley
That’s where I’d rather dwell
Drinking all day that lovely honey
That tastes of royalty for a spell

Peeling back cloaked veils
The epicenter trembles and quakes
I barely dare exhale
As the velvet valley shakes

Ninepence in the pocket
Muffin up a canoe
Stirring up the jampot
Dripping with honeydew

Scaling Venusian mountains
Turning a blind eye to sight
Awash in Cyprian fountains
Wading through jewel-boxes of delight

Well, they call it the Tropics
‘Cause it’s steamy hot and wet
And as far as a topic
That’s as close as it gets

Climbing up the plum tree
Puddings in a ring
Sweeter than any candy
The confectioner might bring

Licking the night physic
Merging converging nerves
Frantic and spasmodic
Along hyperbolic curves

Well, they call it the Tropics
‘Cause it’s steamy hot and wet
And as far as a topic
That’s as close as it gets

Trouble comes a-knocking
With a twisted mistletoe sprig
Double-backed beast bucking
In a furious Paphian jig

It’s a venerable monosyllable
A veritable cascade
A source as inexhaustible
As the way we all were made

Well, they call it the Tropics
‘Cause it’s steamy hot and wet
And as far as a topic
That’s as close as it gets

Going down to the velvet valley
Where syrup streams come to swell
Going down to tickle my fancy
And to tickle yours as well

The secret of Nature
It’s on the tip of my tongue
It’s on the tip of my tongue
It’s on the tip of my tongue