Going Down

Dawn sings in the garden

Phone sings in the hall

This boy's dead from two days life

Resurrected by the call

Penny here we've got to come

So come on round to me

There's so much, Penny, lying here

To touch, taste and tease

Ring-a-ding-ding-ding, I'm going down

I'm coming 'round

Penny's place a crummy room

Her dansette crackles to Jimi's tune

I don't care, I taste Ambre Solaire

Her neck, her thighs, her lips, her hair

Ring-a-ding-ding-ding, I'm going down

I'm coming 'round

All thoughts of sleep desert me

There is no time (there is no time)

Thirty minutes brings me round to

Her number 9

There she looks like a painting

Jackson Pollock's No. 5

Come into the forest and taste the trees

The Sun starts shining, and I'm hard to please

Ring-a-ding-ding-ding, I'm going down

I'm coming 'round

All thoughts of sleep desert me

There is no time (there is no time)

Thirty minutes brings me round to

Her number 9

To look down on the clouds

You don't need to fly

I've never flown in a plane

I'll live until I die