Lyrics:

I made my millions, stashed the pile in Swiss bank havens, lost the lot
When Inland Revenue got wise. So, I did my time, my time for what?

On the streets, a pretty pickle. I met a man who lifted me
Took me home for slap and tickle, in civil partnership, pledged to me

Enough of twisted overkill, Hellfire, damnation, voices shrill
I was rumbled, de-frocked and tumbled from grace and favour, caught hand in till

Invalided out of theatre. Civilian rehabilitation
My time now given to help my brothers find cold feet, lost building nations

Sold the shop, flicked off the power switch. In silent siding, Mallard must stay
Carriages and sleek coal tender packed in boxes, sold on eBay. Sold on eBay