She's fuddled my fany
She's muddled me good.
I've taken to drinking,
And given up food.
I'm buying an island
Somewhere in the sun.
I'll hide from natives
Live only on rum.
I'm selling my memoirs.
I'm writing it down.
If no-one will pay me
I'll burn down the town.
I'll rent out an aircraft
And print on the sky
If God likes my story
Them maybe he'll buy.
I'm buying a tciket
For places unknown.
It's only a one-way
I'm not coming home.
She's swallowed my secrets,
And taken my name.
To follow my footsteps
And knobble my lame.
Writer(s): Keith Reid, Gary Brooker
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