Lyrics
She's fuddled my fancy, she's muddled me good
I've taken to drinking, and given up food
I'm buying an island, somewhere in the sun
I'll hide from the natives, live only on rum
I'm selling my memoirs, I'm writing it down
If no one will pay me I'll burn down the town
I'll rent out an aircraft and print on the sky
If God likes my story then maybe he'll buy
I'm buying a ticket for places unknown
It's only a one-way: I'm not coming home
She's swallowed my secret, and taken my name
To follow my footsteps and knobble me lame
WRITERS
Gary Brooker, Keith Reid
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Royalty Network
See A Problem With Something?
Lyrics
Other
More From This Album
Grand Hotel
1973
01
Grand Hotel
Procol Harum
02
Toujours l'Amour
Procol Harum
03
A Rum Tale
Procol Harum
04
T.V. Caesar
Procol Harum
05
A Souvenir of London
Procol Harum
06
Bringing Home the Bacon
Procol Harum
07
For Liquorice John
Procol Harum
08
Fires
Procol Harum
09
Robert's Box
Procol Harum
10
Grand Hotel
Procol Harum
11
Bringing Home the Bacon
Procol Harum
LyricIQ Analysis
Top Emotion
Enjoyment
Sentiment
Theme
Substance Use
