In this sumptuous hacienda Where I weigh things up as they’re on the way down From beneath your Reverend Jim Jones bedspread I watch the angels look down onto your sweet brow. If God had meant for us to work Then I’m sure he would have given us jobs Six weeks to live but at least I’m not in Journey (x4) Sign on you crazy diamond. I didn’t take much time convincing her Baby I’m from the Wirral peninsula A merciless despot with nothing to lose (x2) In my Dick Quax running shoes. Underneath the shade of the average tree Where they handed out mediocrity I saw you with ‘Alchemy’ under your arm Standing in the middle of a long queue. (instr. (x4)) I saw the Goodyear airship sail over your head I saw the joke I told you fly over your head Why don’t they have any badminton courts in the jungle? (x4) Because there isn’t the demand, oh let me take you by the hand. Sturmey-Archer Campagnolo, Sturmey-Archer Campagnolo Sturmey-Archer Campagnolo, Sturmey-Archer Campagnolo Sturmey-Archer Campagnolo, Sturmey-Archer Campagnolo (x8) Sturmey-Archer Campagnolo on my mind.