Off the rails I was and

off the rails

I was happy to stay

GET OUT OF MY WAY

on the rack I was

"easy Meat"

but a reasonably good buy

a reasonably good buy

the Piccadilly palare

was just a silly slang

between me and the boys in my gang

"so bona to vada, OH YOU

your lovely eek and

your lovely riah"

We plied an ancient trade

where we threw all life's

instructions away

exchanging lies and digs (my way)

well, in a belted coat

oh I secretly knew

that I hadn't a clue

the Piccadilly palare

was just a silly slang

between me and the boys in my gang

exchanging palare

you wouldn't understand

good sons like you

NEVER DO

So why do you smile

when you thing about Earls Court?

but you cry when you think of all

the battles you've fought (and lost)?

it may all end tomorrow

or, it could go on forever

(in which case; I'm doomed)

it could go on forever