Mr. Alphabet Says - The Glove

Here comes the book

The book of rules

If you play this game

You won’t stay the same

You could win your golden teeth

Be a spinning top

Use a riding crop

Mr. Alphabet says…

«Smile like a weasel

as I cover you…

Cover you in treacle»

We all know impatience is a sin…

So do as you’re told to do It’s so rewarding to…

And you could win the tin man’s heart

Be a chiming clock

Lie on the chopping block

Mr. Alphabet says…

«Give me all your money

just to cover you…

Cover you in honey»

Don’t be afraid

There’s no marmalade

Don’t be afraid

I wouldn’t even dream of it!