Bobby's off on holiday

Away across the sea

Setting up his easel

A new scene to see

Says that he's had enough

Of standing in the rain

Now he's looking for the good life

With European pain

Did you know

Your garden's overgrown -

And what is shown?

Meeting all these pretty girls

Singing golden hair

He's in touch with the painter's mind

And Syd's unflinching stare

Drinking wine in the Moulin Rouge

Sipping kaffee in Berlin

Might take in the coloured lights

In the city they call sin -

He could see

The writing on the wall -

Ten feet tall

But oh there are times

He wished the world

Would fade just into sight

And oh, the feelings that changed

Were thicker than the brush

Strokes of fame

Now he rides the dirt roads

Of old southern Spain

And when senoritas sing

He can hear them say -

Did you know

Your garden's overgrown -

And what is shown?

He could see

The writing on the wall

Ten feet tall