You've got some nerve, so I heard
Baking soda, making dead the leaves
Before time, I quit the scene in drag
Supper room in black,
smoking jacket still intact
And I believe you're anything but sad
So forlorn
So forlorn
So forlorn
I've
been to town,
spent a few pounds On nothing,
nothing,
you need no bond
Supper room in black,
smoking jacket still intact And I believe you're anything but sad
I believe you're anything but sad
So forlorn
So forlorn
So forlorn So forlorn
So forlorn
So forlorn
So forlorn
So forlorn
So forlorn
So
forlorn So forlorn
So forlorn So forlorn
I've been to town,
spent a few pounds On nothing,
nothing,
you need no bond
Supper room in black,
smoking jacket still intact And I believe you're anything but sad
I believe you're anything but sad
I believe
you're anything but sad
You're anything but sad