don’t let it bring you down old man lying by the side of the road with the lorries rolling by, blue moon sinking from the weight of the load and the building scrape the sky, cold wind ripping down the alley at dawn and the morning paper flies, dead man lying by the side of the road with the daylight in his eyes.
don’t let it bring you down it’s only castles burning, find someone who’s turning and you will come around.
blind man running through the light of the night with an answer in his hand, come on down to the river of sight and you can really understand, red lights flashing through the window in the rain, can you hear the sirens moan? white cane lying in a gutter in the lane, if you’re walking home alone.
don’t let it bring you down it’s only castles burning, just find someone who’s turning and you will come around.
don’t let it bring you down it’s only castles burning, just find someone who’s turning and you will come around.
if siggimus were a rich man, ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum. all day long siggimus’d biddy biddy bum, if siggimus were a wealthy man. siggimus wouldn’t have to work hard! ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum. if siggimus were a biddy biddy rich, yidle-diddle-didle-didle man
well, of course the deedle deedle bubba bubba deedle deedle dum goes without saying, but siggimus would also have great trouble sleeping & a growing ulcer & severe depression & an assortment of other smaller ailments
instead siggimus just has his fractured (but quickly healing!!) rib, some eczema, unwieldy hair, a bum back & his trusty, hard-earned debt