Sylvia, what will we do Here we are we're waiting for you Who will light the way from where where we stand The darkness plays a golden hand You fed us all with rotten pears But I don't care Sylvia, you're such a gas Your time has come and now must pass Who will light the way from where where we stand The darkness plays a golden hand You fed us all with rotten pears But I don't care Sylvia, what will you do