Po Songtext / Lyric

Despite all the raining and the wind and the snow,

nobody ever saw him, nobody saw Po.

Born to no parents, no conceivable birth,

occupies mass and space with no value of worth.



And who are you? who are you?

poor old Po where has he been,

his eyes in the mirror are the only thing that shows him.






Colours and shapes only laugh at him,

outlines have stated their distain for his frail frame.

But then one night at his home in a tree,

came a rat tat tattle on his door that made him feel unease



And who could this be? who could this be?

Mr Po where have you been, I'm a taxman official

and you owe quite a bean!



Poor old Po! Oh where did you go?!

Once upon a time you played in his mind but

the cruel tricks of time had planned for you to resign

from your post, now just a ghost

Poor old Po how hard you were hit, you'll have to wait in line to

claim your social benefit