I'm banered 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.
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.
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. Well, I'm turning again.
