Mad Dogs And Englishmen

Broken watches, feeling fractious

I know you don't love it so

Falling over, off the tyre

I know it seems too far

This garden is growing over

This hard ice I'm roaming on

Watch out

Fat chance that you'll ever get another chance to be a cover up

My head and wipe a flannel

Falling over aeroplanes and

Wanting to be derelict

Work together

Love each other

This garden is growing over

And nothing can ever be said for you, and that's just

Here's your answer: Why bother?

I've never been nothing other

Than the boy with the words that lose control