Lyrics:

The wintergreen, the juniper
The cornflower and the chicory
Well, all of the words you said to me
They're still vibrating in the air
The elm, the ash and the linden tree
The dark and deep enchanted sea
The trembling moon and the stars unfurled
Well, there she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again

John Wilmot penned his poetry riddled with the pox
And Nabakov wrote on index cards at a lectern in his socks
St. John of the Cross, he did now his best stuff imprisoned in a box
And Johnny Thunders was half alive when he wrote Chinese Rocks

Well me, I'm lying here, nothing in my ears
Me, I'm lying here with nothing in my ears
Me, I'm lying here for what seems years
I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my head

Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down

There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again

Well, Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles while writing Das Kapital
And Gaugin, he buggered off, man, and went all tropical
And Philip Larkin, he stuck it out in a library in Hull
And Dylan Thomas, he died drunk in St. Vincent's Hospital

I'll lie at your feet
I'll kneel at your door
I'll rock you to sleep
I'll roll on the floor
Well, I will ask for nothing
Nothing in this life
Well, I will ask for nothing
Give me everlasting life

I just want to move the world
I just want to move the world
I just want to move the world
I just want to move

There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again

So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet, brother, and blow it
And if you've got a field that don't yield, well get up now and hoe it
And I look at you, you look at me, and deep in our hearts we will know it
That you weren't much of a muse, but then I, I weren't much of a poet

I'll be your slave
I'll peel you grapes
Up on your pedestal
With your ivory and apes
With your book of ideas
With your alchemy
Oh, come on
Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send that stuff on down to me
Send it all around, send it all around the world
Cause here she comes, my beautiful girl

There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, there she goes
There she goes again

There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes, my beautiful world
There she goes again