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.

Hands up who loves him. Me, i do. Does anyone else? Does anyone know where his house used to stand in North London? I'm a-gonna pilgrimage it someday.