(Ivor Cutler) You are the centre of your little world and I am of mine. Now and again we meet for tea, we're two of a kind. This is our universe, cups of tea. We have a beautiful cosmos, you and me. We have a beautiful cosmos. What do we talk of whenever we meet? Nothing at all! You sit with a sandwich I look at a roll. Sometimes I open my mouth, and shut it. We have a beautiful cosmos, you and me. We have a beautiful cosmos. You are the centre of your little world and I am of mine. We have a beautiful cosmos, you and me. We have a beautiful cosmos