Well, I don't know why
you've come back here at all
On to the crests of the hill
where the best of the bicycles roll
Cause it's all, it's all, well, it's all,
it's nothing like
Well, we're fighting it out now,
fighting it out now
Well, these people say no,
well, these people say go,
well, these people, these people,
they all say no
Well, this sort of seer
knows
all the best people in town
But he's up at his house now
passing the caviar out
But is his mother the one
who has all the best stories to tell?
Well, I think I'll go see her and
see if she tells them well,
them well, them well
Well, she's forging the papers, I know
And making it up as
she goes
Well, our man, he has words
on the tip of his tongue
And if you start to pay attention,
he'll go on and on and
on and on and on
About all of these things
you wouldn't want to miss
But if you listen really closely,
it just sounds like this
Yes, I'm starting with myself,
I don't know why