| Lyrics: | I'm battered and bruised. I got lines I can't use.
My head won't deliver. Well, I'm sold down
the river.
But I'm turning again.
And I'm turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots,
black jacket and tie.
Well, I've been second to none:
this horse was ready to
run.
Now I'm has-been and used:
disarmed and de-fused
but I'm turning
again.
Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.
I'm turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots,
black jacket and tie.
I'm egg over-easy
and I'm washing-up squeezy.
Appliance
for sale:
fat wind in your sail
and I'm turning again.
Well, I'm turning
again.
Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and
tie.
Well, I'm turning again |
