Going Down

Dawn sings in the garden

Phone signs in the hall

This boy's dead from two days life

Resurrected by the call

Penny here we've got to croon

So come on round to me

There's so such fanny, lying here

To touch taste and feel

Ring-a-ding-ding-ding, I'm going down, I'm coming round



Penny's place a 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 round



All thoughts of sleep desert me, there is no time

Twenty minutes brings me round to her number 9



There she looks like a painting

Jackson Pollock's number five

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 round



All thoughts of sleep desert me, there is no time

Twenty minutes brings me round to her number 9

To look down from the clouds you don't need to fly

I've never flown in a plane

I'll live until I die