Mists are clearing and it’s plain to see,
That we never were looking for adventure.
A shadow falls and whispers so gingerly,
Someone has kept all this inside,
And took us for a ride.
She treated you like Venus treated Severin,
I guess you wanted an adventure,
She took it out and wouldn’t let you put it in,
Someone has tried to wear you out,
I heard you scream and shout.
Hey, hey Herbert, what a travesty you are!
Hey, hey Herbert, you’re a superstar!
Selfish lover pleading a patchwork defence,
How she longed for an adventure,
Treated with respect and divine reverence,
Someone has tried to hang the moon,
And loved you much too soon.
Hey, hey Herbert, what a travesty you are!
Hey, hey Herbert, you’re a superstar!
I’ve been flinging out the papers in a solitary time,
Base to base and forward facing, chasing aces is no crime,
But I left it down to horoscopes, astronomy, divine,
Instigation, and you are no friend of mine,
Herbert’s doing fine.
He’s doing fine.
He’s doing fine.
A Sunday mint biscuit’s a memory for me,
Is relaxation an adventure?
The game is blaring and it’s difficult to see,
I guess someone has marked your card,
You’re trying much too hard.
Hey, hey Herbert, what a travesty you are!
Hey, hey Herbert, you’re a superstar!
I’ve been flinging out the papers in a solitary time,
Base to base and forward facing, chasing aces is no crime,
But I left it down to horoscopes, astronomy, divine,
Instigation, and you are no friend of mine,
Herbert’s doing fine.
He’s doing fine.
He’s doing fine.
He’s doing fine.
He’s doing fine.
Herbert’s doing fine.