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.