Never mind, I've found them. And I'll add them here in case anyone else wants them.

From Reeves & Mortimer’s web site:

SUMMER OF ’75
Vic Reeves

I remember the summer of ’75.
I was your husband, and I was your wife.
We lived in a tent made of parsley and sage,
And we looked at each other and smiled.

I played the drums, whilst I played the flute,
Crash, bang wallop, and root-a-toot-toot.
We ate thousands of turnips, and never asking why,
In the summer of ’75.

CHORUS: Reflections of you in the waterfall, cascading through my mind,
Oh, reflections of you, still waters run deep, in the summer of ’75.

My eyes were blue, while my eyes were black.
I smoked a churchwarden, whilst I smoked some crack.
You murdered my wife, and then buried her alive,
In the summer of ’75.

I held your hand whilst you had a wee.
Sloosh went the urine up against a tree.
You shook your penis, and where the droplets lay,
Grew a beautiful woodland glade. CHORUS

We slept in an orchard on a tapestry rug,
And drank fine mead from an old Saxon jug.
We gazed in wonder as Frampton came alive,
In the summer of ’75. CHORUS