A Rum Tale Lyrics - Procol Harum

She's fuddled my fancy, she's muddled me good 

I've taken to drinking, and given up food 

I'm buying an island, somewhere in the sun 

I'll hide from the natives, live only on rum 

I'm selling my memoirs, I'm writing it down 

If no one will pay me I'll burn down the town 

I'll rent out an aircraft and print on the sky 

If God likes my story then maybe he'll buy 

I'm buying a ticket for places unknown 

It's only a one-way: I'm not coming home 

She's swallowed my secret, and taken my name 

To follow my footsteps and knobble me lame 

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