A one, two, three
There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way
And there's a note on the telephone some roses on a tray
And the motorway's stretching right out to us all, as I pull on my old
Wings one white duck on your wall
Isn't it just too damn real one white duck on your wall
One duck on your wall
I'll catch a ride on your violin strung upon your bow
And I'll float on your melody sing your chorus soft and low
There's a picture view postcard to say that I called
You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall
Isn't it just too damn real one white duck on your wall
One duck on your wall
So fly away peter and fly away Paul from the finger tip ledge of contentment
The long restless rustle of high heel boots calls
And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all
Something must be wrong with me and my brain if I'm so patently unrewarding
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way and my zero to your
Power of ten equals nothing at all
There's no double lock defense there's no chain on my door
And I'm available for consultation
But remember your way in is also my way out, and love's four letter word is
No compensation
Well, I'm the black ace dog handler I'm a waiter on skates so don't you
Jump to your foreskin conclusion
Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays
To be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion