Who do you seek, kids?
Well we seek the fruits of nature
UMCs, that’s their names
We searched for miles around
And found dead blue cheese
Off the shores of the isle

Emphatically the answer was “yes,”
Knowing that the men were residing somewhere near
“Hip-hip-hooray-hoorah” was the estimated shout of the children all drenched in cheer
Come out, wherever you are, UMCs it’s we
Who?
We are the kids of Never Never Land who never saw a man with a mic in his hand
Well yes I am the man, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
Yes you are
Certainly endowed with the graces of a good style
Fun for all, for the children of afar
Follow me now on the path to the mountain chill
When I reach the top, what should I shout?
What should I shout? What should I shout? What should I shout?
I have no idea, then again, I don’t know why fear would be
Relevant in situations such as so
Unless the element required to give such a blow
Was never there
My structural craft is what attracts
All to the man, the kids of Never Never Land
We are the kids of Never Never Land who never saw a man with a mic in his hand

In time you find my main mode of thinking is thinking about
Reaching new objectives until all shout
A U-Man’s a true man!
Precisely, when every man is you
And every dream you ever had came true
When you flock to my plan
You’re watching all the actions that I do to make the world anew
Uba dooba catch the Kim Maneuver
World-improver, call me “super duper”
Now I’ll mark your course
Your course is picked, preparations are made
Trust in me, because your course was picked
My lifestyle is K.I.C.K, causin’ no trick
School yard’s open, playtime has come
My lyrics and chants so run
Hurry before It’s done
Well here we are, sir!
Yeah, I’m glad to see you made it one piece, but drop the “sir,” huh?
A new life on lease, since life is so brief
But, we are the kids of Never Never Land…
True, but never say you couldn’t when you should say you can
‘Cause if I would have too when I did what you now see me do
I would have never welcomed you
We are the kids of Never Never Land who never saw a man with a mic in his hand

Live is the snap of my snare, prompted by the bass, yes, the kick on the one
If I be the father of your kids, my concern, would absolutely be the point at which you return
And I ask, “children, children,” Yes, Father man?
“Where have you been to?” UMC Land
“How are they keeping?” Far from a fall
“What did they teach you?” Come one, come all!
Yes, come one come all and I mean the whole bunch
No waitin’, step up front, hesitatin’
Let the hunt up to me, the U, the M, the sivva-sivva-C, y’all
It’s time to be all you can be y’all

Ollie ollie oxen free, free to roam the plains of U Land
Now come and sing with me…
Got to be there, be there, in the morning!
Sunlight shining and now a new day’s dawnin’
I look past the atmosphere, council with the stars
Venus, Jupiter, Mars
Then I get in touch with my inner glow
Radiate my thoughts so that the world will know
That I ride on the crest of the wave
I harness the sky, tame the sea
Bring new perspectives as my movements roam free
Freedom as expressed by the one who’s omnipotent
Potently expressing tho I’m Earthly bound
Making my appearance as one heaven-sent
Utilize my skill until my time’s well-spent as the two
The true, the U, the M, the Cs y’all
It’s time to be all that you can be y’all…
We are the kids of Never Never Land who never saw a man with a mic in his hand
We are the kids of Never Never Land who never saw a man with a mic in his hand
We are the kids of Never Never Land who never saw a man with a mic in his hand