My mind is clearer now, at last all too well
I can see where we all soon will be
If you strip away, the myth from the man
You will see where we all soon will be. Tweenies!
You've started to believe, the things they say of you
You really do believe, this talk of love and true
And all the good you've done, will soon get swept away
You've begun to matter more, than the things you say

Listen, Tweenies, I don't like what I see
All I ask is that you listen to me
And remember, I've been your right hand man all along
You have set them all on fire
They think they've found the new desire
And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong

I remember when this whole thing began
No talk of rock then, we called you a man
And believe me, my admiration for you hasn't died
But every word you say today
Gets twisted 'round some other way
And they'll hurt you if they think you've lied

Jake and Milo, Tweenie boys, cannot go and lose their voice
Like his father carving wood, he'd have made good
Tables, chairs, and oaken chests would have suited Tweenies best
He'd have caused nobody harm; no one alarm!