Rubber Band, there's a Rubber Band that plays tunes out of tune In the library garden, Sunday afternoon While a little chappie waves a golden wand Rubber band, in 1912 I was so handsome and so strong My mustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long And I loved a girl while you played teatime tunes Dear Rubber Band, you're playing my tune out of tune Rubber Band, won't you play a haunting theme again to me? While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea The sun is warm but it's a lonely afternoon Oh, play that theme Rubber Band, how I wish that I had joined your Rubber Band We could play in lively parks throughout the land And one Sunday afternoon, I'd find my love Rubber Band, in the 1418 war, I went to sea Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me Now she's married to the leader of your band