You know my wandering days are over

Does that mean that I'm getting boring?

You tell me

I'm tired of listening to myself now

I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them



You know my bip-bopping days are over

I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor

Now the centre of my so called being is

The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors



I said "My celibate days are over"

You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed

In the mirror of my steamy bathroom

Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue



Six months on, the winter's gone

The disenchanted pony

Left the town with the circus boy

The circus boy got lonely

It's summer, and it's sister song's

Been written for the lonely

The circus boy is feeling melancholy



It's got to be fate that's doing it

A spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging me

With the story of the way it should be

With the story of Sebastian and Belle the singer



I said "My one man band is over"

I hit the drum for the final time and I walked away

I sew you in Japanese restaurant

You were doing it for business men on the piano, Belle

You said it was a living Hell

You said that it was Hell