Shining brightly in the sun

Lit a cigarette
Got to lazing in my chair
Had a glass of beer
Had another one
On the player my friend John
Singing I’m so tired

Watched a photograph
Well you did wear your hair
A little longer then
Remembered Jean’s café
You’d got back from your holiday
You weren’t very kind

Smoke-eyed child, you seem to be pretentious
Jungle child, you’re mad after adventures
Boredom child, I’m not the Prince of Wales
You’ll carry on
Leaving me knickknacked gimcracked blackjacked

Had my whisky straight
Gee I woke up about eight
The sun was out to shine
Had a glass of juice
Then I had to lay me down
Feelin‘ all that booze

Smoke-eyed child ...

Got nowhere to go
Got to lazing in my chair
Drifted in a dream

Here’s the story of a king
He loved his mistress with all his mighty heart
She was lovely like the moon
And one day she died
The king mourned deep to the edge of the universe
Then he erected a monument
Shining brightly in the sun
It looked enchanting in the glamour of the day
The king removed the coffin there