Come to Candyland, meet the Sugar Band, sweet and saccarine are we / Ride our unicorns, blow our summer horns, in our cotton candy dreams / Could it be that what you see says more of you than it ever could of me / Feed on honey dew, cream and toffee too, syrup’s the blood in our veins . Bounce with the Gummi Bears, dance until the moon appears, suck our big candy canes / Could it be that what you see says more of you than it ever could of me / Hip hip hooray, they’re here aren’t they great, Oh, when they sing they’re the angels come down / Between the lines, there behind the man, hides in the dark our creative spark / Some say the world is just lost on the Sugar Band / No, no we know what it means to have a fire burning inside, a final constant desire / Blind men, the absence of light does command, to try in a rock ’n’ roll band, trusting that poesy wings our flight in the year long foundation of night / Hip hip hooray, we’re here aren’t we great, Oh, when we sing we’re the angels come down between the lines, there behind the man, here in the dark’s our creative spark / Some say the world is just lost on the Sugar Band / Get down, black it up and then never fall in love oh man, we don’t need a teacher, honey this is the major league, race you to the top my friend, first place on to fairyland, half a heart in reality, half lost in a dream / Come to Candyland, meet the Sugar Band, heart of mystery that’s our recipe / Two pinches of love, the gift from above, a sprinkle of fairydust that’s the cure for the blues / Blues man, play it honestly, blue notes fake immortality, swim in syncronicity, all so fresh so clean / Brave new world, we’d rather be dinosaurs of the old machine, we bake our cake with fantasy, like back in -63 / Come to Candyland, meet the Sugar Band, heart of mystery that’s our recipe / More than you know, more than we show, meaning slips away so easy / Now could it be so, the point of it all has never been the truth but something more / Hip hip hooray, we’re here aren’t we great, Oh, when we sing we’re the angels come down / between the lines, there behind the man, here in the dark’s our creative spark / Some say the world is just lost on the Sugar Band / Blind men the abscence of light does command, some say the world is just lost on the Sugar Band
