Squee’s Mystery You’re okay, Mr Squee, what a day, Mr Squee Leave your worry and just let it be For the world, Mr Squee, is a strange mystery If you solve it, will you still be Squee? If we know every minute before we begin it Why bother to go or to stay? If the trouble and sorrow we feel today Will be right here tomorrow? They tell me that whatever will be, Squee, will be You’ll see that your love is the key, Mr Squee And tonight, Mr Squee, you’re all right, Mr Squee Come inside now, have dinner with me For the world, Mr Squee, is a grave mystery If you solve it, will you still be Squee? Let the moonbeams beguile you I’ll play guitar while you Fall asleep by the window and dream And the sun and the moon and the mystery Will be waiting tomorrow with me Good night, sweet dreams, Mr Squee