Gold-Tipped Boots, Black Jacket and Tie

I'm battered and bruised.

I got lines I can't use.

My head won't deliver.

Well, I'm sold down the river.

But I'm turning again.

Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.

Well, I'm turning again.

And I'm turning again.

Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.

Black jacket and tie.

Well, I've been second to none:

This horse was ready to run.

Now I'm has-been and used:

Disarmed and de-fused

But I'm turning again.

And I'm turning again.

Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.

I'm turning again.

Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.

Black jacket and tie, black jacket and tie,

Black jacket and tie.

I'm egg over-easy

And I'm washing-up squeezy.

Appliance for sale:

Fat wind in my sail

And I'm turning again.

Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.

Well, I'm turning again.

Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.

Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.

Black jacket and tie, black jacket and tie,

Black jacket and tie, black jacket and tie.

Well, I'm turning again.