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 white 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 white duck on your wall
one white 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-heeled 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
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
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
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So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born