Star is far
Star is far
Star is far
Star is far
Something's been amusing me since yesterday morning
Starts at eleven miles to the hour on the road near there
Yeah I'll have a lipsynano for the working man in me
Yeah I'll put out both my boots and then I'll get me that rooster,
guess what?
Now another piece,
cup,
cup It wasn't so happy a bus
I'm working the nights in alcohol It's a hard gap here in Epsom Woods
Had the herbs in that wood asked the sage
I'm here now and I'll follow him home
Star is far Something's been amusing me since yesterday morning
Starts at eleven miles to the hour on the road near there
Now it's a Fernandes banana for the working man in me
I'll have one of those rips and snooze
then I'll sleep till evening on my own
Now another piece, cup, cup
It wasn't so happy a bus
See if they've been on acid in Iraq Search me if I are he,
no now
Search for the modern apple in me,
yes that may be the in number
Star is far Something's been amusing me since yesterday morning
Now I've a mortgage and an Afghan,
no more bloody rips for me
Now I need this loose cigarette and I lose my top moose set
I'll have another piece,
cup,
cup It wasn't so happy a bus
I'll have to lose no patience now,
turn my obstinations against her
Half the time they call me mush and they're on it for me no more