Out of England, I dream of its creamery
When I'm there I dwell on Saxony.
In Turkey when I've been due to World War I
Istanbul is the place 'cause of my birthday.
I got everything I want except for hungry
I got everything I want except for money.
I've got the best round set aside for parties
They'll have one when I've gone
In fact, they said so, good one.
Friends disintegrate within circles of cash
Residue after years of fab genius
Is a pension for the jews
and a medal from the company which I wiped my butt on
and hung on a laburnum tree.
I lay waiting hopefully on sloped grass green
I am barmy, bleedin' barmy