Album: Prussian Blue
The sailors and thieves are all laughin' out loud
From their Paddington pub on the corner
If you give 'em a wink, they will know what you mean
They'll be after you little Jack Horner
The Jack Kerouac boys are a truckin' on down
To somewhere they've read in a story
But leave 'em alone, they can't do you no harm
Let 'em have their Bohemian glory
I've got to get up on my feet
Pick myself up from the street
What's goin' on, I can't tell
But I hardly know myself
I heard myself sing, but my words weren't too clear
I wish I just knew what it means now
I try and I try to get out from inside
Though I guess I'll decipher it somehow