Where is My Torch?

Where is my torch
That I was carrying for so long?
I put it down to put my antlers on
And when I looked back it had gone

Where is my torch?
Because it's getting dark again
So I'm ignoring common sense
Yes, I know, we'll always be friends

And it's a medieval ideal of chivalry
That condemns me to live a life of celibacy
A bunny on percussion sells me batteries
So if you ever need a light you can get a light from me
Get a light from me

Where is my torch?
Because this was never in the plan
That I'd become a matchstick man
And it's starting to burn my hand

Where is my torch?