I've never been in one of these things before, I said,
11 Both's a-ridin' on her foot,
It is your smile
Gongs hum and buzz like saucepan-lids at dusk,
Some roasted ice cream or a bicycle pie,
She said she was just waiting for a bus
So to progress you set veto;
Battered to death in a cellar,
take part. No one remembers your vision
Produce rustling music that in bliss abounds,
I've never been in one of these things before, I said,
11 Both's a-ridin' on her foot,
It is your smile
Gongs hum and buzz like saucepan-lids at dusk,
Some roasted ice cream or a bicycle pie,
She said she was just waiting for a bus
So to progress you set veto;
Battered to death in a cellar,
take part. No one remembers your vision
Produce rustling music that in bliss abounds,