Rubber Band. There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune. In the library garden Sunday afternoon. While a little chappie waves a golden wand. Rubber Band. In 1910 I was so handsome and so strong. My moustache was stiffly waxed and one foot long. And I loved a girl while you played teatime tunes. Dear Rubber Band you're playing my tune out of tune. oh. Rubber Band. Won't you play a haunting theme again to me. While I eat my scones and drink my cup of tea. The sun is warm but it's a lonely afternoon. Oh play that theme. Rubber Band. How I wish that I could join your Rubber Band. We could play in lively parks throughout the land. And one Sunday afternoon I'd find my love. Rubber Band. In the '14-'18 war I went to sea. Thought my Sunday love was waiting home for me. And now she's married to the leader of the band oh.