| Verse 1: |
| C | |
| My b | ed is made of candy floss |
| Eb | |
| The h | ouse is made of cheese |
| C | |
| It's l | it by lots of glowworms |
| Eb | |
| If I'm w | rong correct me please |
| (repeat intro, 2X) |
| Verse 2: |
| The village is a pop-up book |
| The people wooden dolls |
| The roads are made from treacle |
| Think it's time that I moved on |
| (repeat intro, 2X) |
| Bridge: |
| Dm7 | G | |
| My | boat is half a w | alnut shell |
| Dm7 | G | |
| The | journey will be l | ong |
| Dm7 | G | |
| So I | filled the hold with p | eppermints |
| Dm7 | G | |
| And c | reamy pink blancma | nge |
| F | |
| I s | ailed away for fifteen days |
| F# | |
| It n | ever once got dark |
| F | |
| And c | ame upon two large houses |
| F# | |
| Set out in a park |
| Verse 3: |
| On the door of one was truth |
| On the other door was lies |
| Which one should I enter through |
| I really must decide |
| (repeat intro, w/lyrics:) |
| Am | Em | |
| The d | oor marked lies had lots of flowers g | rowing 'round outside |
| Am | Em | |
| But l | ooking closer, noticed it was c | rumbling inside |
| Verse 4: |
| The door marked truth was very plain |
| But stood up very strong |
| And when I entered thru its door |
| I knew I wasn't wrong |
| Coda: |
| (w/tenor sax and flute) |
| Cm Ebm (4X) |
| (w/bass; start slowing down) |
| Cm Ebm (2X) |
| -- another ace 60's tab from Andrew Rogers |