I can think of nowhere I would rather be Reading morning papers Drinking morning tea.
She clutches the tray And then we talk just like a kitchen sink play Nothing ventured nothing gained Living so close to danger Even your friends are strangers Don´t count upon their company.
Places for the fingers Places for the nails Hidden in the kitchen Right behind the scales.
What do I care I´m wasting fingers like I have them to spare Plugging holes in the Zuider Zee
Punishing Paul for Peter Don´t ever trust those meters What you believe is what you see.
In my town, there is a raincoat under a tree In the sky there is a cloud containing the sea In the sea there is a whale without any eyes In the whale there is a man without his raincoat.
In another country With another name Maybe things are different Maybe they´re the same.
Back on the train
The seven soldiers read the papers again But the news it doesn´t change Swinging about through the creepers Parachutes caught on steeples Heroes are born But heroes die.
Just a few days A little practice and some holiday pay We´re all sure You´ll make the grade Mother of God if you care We´re on a train to nowhere Please put a cross upon our eyes Take me I´m nearly ready you can take me To the raincoat in the sky Take me my little pastry mother take me