Me and Snake talk about you
Every day
I can't wait to see your face
And he tells me he feels the same

We lie awake
We're tired but we can't get to sleep
I'm tired 'cause I've scraped through the day
He's tired because he's been out late, again

And there he lies
Staring up with his big [bad word] eyes
And whispers to me "Aren't you tired?"
"I'm tired of missing day."

I'll wait with Snake
He's soft inside but not as soft as you
I love that snake but I love you more
He's no substitute
I'll wake, I'll wake with you soon

Yesterday Snake told me about the time
When we came to meet you off the plane
We all drove home in ?
He was proud and awfully glad that I took him out

I said "How does New York sound?"
He said "It sounds quite loud"

So pack your pipes, pack your chapstick
And your tights
Won't you phone me out at night?
We're going to visit you

We'll take a camera
And go to the zoo
And take pictures of other snakes
With you
and hope one turns out to be [bad word] 
I'll wait with Snake
He's soft inside but not as soft as you
I love that snake but I love you more
He's no substitute
I'll wake, I'll wake with you soon