Procol Harum - A Rum Tale Lyrics
Shes fuddled my fancy, shes muddled me goodIve taken to drinking, and given up foodIm buying an island, somewhere in the sunIll hide from the natives, live only on rumIm selling my memoirs, Im writing it downIf no one will pay me Ill burn down the townIll rent out an aircraft and print on the skyIf God likes my story then maybe hell buyIm buying a ticket for places unknownIts only a one-way: Im not coming homeShes swallowed my secret, and taken my nameTo follow my footsteps and knobble me lame