Youre Gonna Need Somebody on Your Bond
The days of wine and roses are distant days for me.
I dream of the last and the next affair and of girls I'll never see.
And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue,
The retired writer in the sun.
Tonight I trod in the starlight, I excused myself with a grin.
I ponder the moon in a silver spoon and the little one 'live within.
And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
The retired writer in the sun.
The magazine girl poses on my glossy paper aeroplane
Too many years I spent in the City playing with Mr. Loss and Gain.
And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue,
The retired writer in the sun.
I bathe in the sun of the morning, lemon circles swim in the tea
Fishing for time with a wishing line and throwing it back in the sea.
And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue,
The retired writer in the sun.
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Keep on working - till you're fit to drop
Then comes the weekend and my troubles go away
Monday morning brings them back again
No, no, no I'm not satisfied
Can't there be - more to life
I can't see - reasons why
Going steady - have been a while
Ain't ready - not by a mile
I try to tell her that I'm not he marrying kind
She tells me she's gonna change my mind
No, no, no I'm not satisfied
Can't there be - more to life
I can't see - reasons why
I want a place to go
I could go - leave these streets alone<