There is a dream I really like About Dick Van Dyke on a bike Riding merrily along the strand With a can of special brew in his hand On other days he necks a carling As Mary Poppins stands there snarling Holding his chalk he starts to sketch But a whiff of strong lager makes him wretch He produces masterpieces and people clap The truth be known they’re pretty crap Now he’s back on the wheels pretty quick Crazy cycling oh silly silly dick Crashes into a policeman on the beat Who drags him up by his feet He scolds Van Dyke like a naughty pup As my eyes do flicker before I slowly wake up