Hooked up on a fishing line, Looking for the break of day I've never been here before anyway Its the line in my feet that's to blame.
Settled down in the mud Giving everybody blood It's just not such a beautiful thing to do.
Left the castle in Spain In an ambulance all the way Could it be that the clock's really stopped?
Hello, there. Everbody, when's the next train out of here? I'm sorry, but I'm much too young for this I'll come back again next year.
He came to lend a helping hand To the miller and the butcher's men Someone took the tuba for a pony ride And the music sounded so much better.
Taking turns having fun When there's not enough sun It was midnight when the chorus came Then the piano collapsed in a heap on the grass And they blamed it on a rock 'n roll song
Hello, there. Everbody, when's the next train out of here? I'm sorry but I'm much too young for this I'll come back again next year. Yes I'll come back again next year.
