When it's summer in Siam. And the moon is full of rainbows. When it's summer in Siam. Though we go through many changes. . When it's summer in Siam. Then all I really know is that I truly am.
Dear dirty London in the pouring rain. I wish to God I was back in the sea again. Though that belongs to the world of never will be. There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea.
Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born. He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn. He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn.