Dawn sings in the garden Phone sings in the hall This boy's dead from two day's life Resurrected by the call Penny here, we've got to come, so come on round to me There's so much, penny lying here to touch, taste and tease
Ring a ding ding ding i'm going down I'm coming round Penny's place her crummy room Her dansette crackles to jimi's tune I don't care, I taste ambre solaire Her neck, her thighs, her lips, her hair Ring a ding ding ding i'm going down I'm coming around
All thoughts of sleep desert me There is no time 30 minutes brings me round to her number 9
Yeah she looks like a painting Jackson pollock's number 5 Come into the forest and taste the trees The sun starts shining and i'm hard to please Ring a ding ding ding i'm going down I'm coming around
Repeat (all thoughts...)
To look down on the clouds You don't need to fly I've never flown in a plane I'll live until i die