Intro :
You know my wandering days are over
Does that mean that I'm getting boring ?
You tell me
I'm tired of listening to myself
I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them
You know my bip-bopping days are over
I hung my b oots up and then retired from the disco floor
Now the centre of my so called being is
The space between your bed and wardrobe with the l ouvre doors
I said "My c elibate days are over"
You put me straight on the finer points of my speech r ehearsed
In the mirror of my steamy bathroom
Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue ( in a monologue)
Six months on, the winter's gone
The disenchanted p ony
Left the town with the ci rcus boy
The circus boy got lonely
It's summer, and it's s ister song's
Been written for the lo nely
The circus boy is feeling melan choly
It's g ot to be fate that's doing it
A spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging me
With the story of the way it should be
With the story of Sebastian and Belle the singer
You know my my one man band is over
I hit the drum for the final time and I walked away
I saw you in a Japanese restaurant
You were doing it for business men on the piano, Belle
You said it was a l iving Hell
You said that it was Hell.