Poli-high, Poli-high
Poli-high, (Poli, Poli, Poli so High)
Poli-high (Poli, Poli High)
Valley Low (Valley, Valley, Valley so low)
Valley High (Valley, Valley High)
Valley Low (Valley, Valley, Valley so low)
Valley High (Valley, Valley High)
Had a game, had a game, had a technical game
By the name, by the name, called a technical game
Valley High, Valley High, Poli Low
Then the whistle blow, then the whistle blow

Second half, second half, Poli come from behind
Hold that line, Hold that line, Hold that line
Far to go, (going, slow, Poli come from behind)
Running out of the time
Number Two, dressed in blue
Make a run with the ball
Hurry up (Poli, pass) Valley bye,
Then the rain start to fall
Making fools of them all
And so it ends in a technical tie

[Narration]
At the end of the game, Oblio had beaten the Count's kid two out of three. When the Count heard of his son's disgraceful defeat at the hands of this pointless Oblio, he was outraged, so he went to the King and reminded him of the law of the land: which is that all things and all people in the Land of Point must have one, and since Oblio didn't have one he was in violation of that law, which called for his banishment.

Now the King, who was a good King, was painfully aware of his duty, which was to convene the tribunal, and upon the Count's insistence that's what he did. And when the tribunal reviewed the case they could only arrive at one conclusion: Oblio had no point and was therefore guilty of being in violation of the law. And so it was that he and Arrow (for Arrow was found guilty of complicity) be banished from the Land of Point to the Pointless Forest.

The next day, Oblio's mother and father and all the townspeople gathered to bid a sad farewell to Oblio and Arrow. Now, everyone thought that banishment to the Pointless Forest was a bit excessive, but the law was the law and the people were good law abiding citizens, and well, it was the first time anything like this had ever happened and no one knew quite what else to do. So Oblio and Arrow set off to the Pointless Forest, where all things are pointless and nothing is pointed. And by the way, the distance between the Land of Point and the Pointless Forest is directly proportional to the amount of time it takes to sing a song.