So life's a bring down, and you're feeling all run down
Too many problems, and it's getting too much
Be like the baker who sees no more than the weather
And just deny it, and it ceases to be

Oh! It's so pleasant down on Nightingale Crescent
No need to worry, you got nothing to fear
Hang up your problems, there's no war and no fighting
There's no poor or dead, 'cause it's all in your head
Down on Nightingale Crescent

The newsman said that they had been shot dead
But lookee here comes Joe with the bread
Said 'Good morning Joe'
He said 'Well it's all go and it looks like rain'

All talk of A-Bombs, well don't let it get to you
It's just them Reds again tryin to mess up your brain

Oh! it's so pleasant down on Nightingale Crescent
No need to worry, you got nothing to fear
Hang up your problems, there's no war and no fighting
There's no poor or dead, 'cause it's all in your head
Don't you worry don't you fear
Go dry that tear cause you know

It's so pleasant down on Nightingale Crescent
No need to worry, you got nothing to fear,
Hang up your problems, there's no war or fighting
There's no poor or dead, 'cause it's all in your head
Down on Nightingale crescent