The blazing sunset in your eyes will tantalize Every man who looks your way I watched them sink before your gaze Seniorita sway Dance with me before their
Tactful cactus by your window Surveys the prairie of your room Mobile spins to its collision Clara puts her head between her paws They've opened shops
She's got to talk about romance You know I'm still livin' in town But I done married and settled down Now I really have a ball So I don't browse around at
Fingertip sun at sideshow stalls, they throw the balls At coconut fur that hides behind coloured shades that blind your eyes Every child's mother holds
if you ever have to go to school Remember how they messed up this old fool Don't pick fights with the bullies or the cads 'Cause I'm not much cop at
(Oh, you pretty things) Don't you know you're driving your mothers and fathers insane Let me make it plain Gotta make way for the Homo Superior Look out at
Baby, baby, brush the dust of youth from your shoulder Because the years of fretting days are right behind you now Don't return to fields of green where
London bye, ta ta, strange, young town London bye, ta ta, brought me down Don't like your new face, that's not nice Got to go far, far, London bye, ta
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea And in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor