Wizard man's got a magic tooth. Carry it low but keep it loose. Don't wait for Christmas when the four winds blow. When they carry you out you're gonna have to go.
I'm going downstairs to be a poet. Got a great idea: gonna write a sonnet. A verse or two of fearless prose. A priceless quip to gild the rose. I'll make my fortune overnight.
Climbing out of open windows. Crashing down from broken stairs. Keeping watch on smoking cinders. Falling over burning chairs. . Tossed and crossed and screwed in transit.
In praise of fruit I wrote this song. Because of fruit my heart is strong. Who could estimate its worth?. Fruit's the finest food on earth. . Fresh fruit, juice and seeds.
It was all once bright jewels. And glittering sand. The oceans have ravaged. And strangled the land. Waste fills the temples,. Dead daughters are born.
Bought a souvenir in London. Got to hide it from my mom. Can't declare it at the Customs. But I'll have to take it home. Tried to keep it confidential.
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.