So there I was sat on the loo

When the south wind it suddenly blew

It was jolly gusty too

In fact it was quite a hullabaloo

And the very next thing that I knew

I was the toilet cabin crew

Flying to Oz via Timbuctoo

To see a wizard of Oz or too

Where we were going, nobody knew

But the Festival music carried us through

Lots of people there, but we were few

Flying to Oz inside a loo

But as we travelled our numbers grew

Until there were thousands of us, and not even a queue

We danced and we sang admiring the view

All from inside the portaloo

But when we got there it was just me and you