He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game Ah, but I won't play
Two in the morning dry-dock town The river rolls in the night Little gypsy moth she's all tied down She quiver in the wind and the light Yeah and a sailing
Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit Scaring the pedestrians for a minute Crossing up progress driving on the grass Leaving just
Where do you think you're going? Don't you know it's dark outside? Where do you think you're going? Don't you care about my pride? Where do you think
Belladonna's on the high street Her breasts upon the off beat And the stalls are just the side shows Victoriana's old clothes And yes her jeans are tight
Well there's a Peter Pan moon, shepherd's delight I got the dragon at noon, yes, and I won the fight Now, I want my reward in heaven tonight Just like
Oh well the sun go down Celebration in the town tonight All day long They been slaughtering upon a stone Share out the meat Yeah, you really liked to
