Le-

go

Na-

po-

le-

on

mo-

vie

Writ-

ten

in

no-

ble

gas-

filled

glass

tubes

Un-

der-

lined

in

sparks

I'll

ad-

mit

it's

e-

la-

bo-

rate

for

a

wak-

in'

thought

Vor-

tex

to

vor-

tex

The

Busi-

ness

they

call

Show

Has-

n't

e-

ver

been

this

pumped

up

be-

fore

Hel-

lo

Grue-

some

There's

just

e-

nough

time

left

to

swing

by

And

re-

add-

ress

the

start

If

you

call

and

have

them

pull

a-

round

the

car

And

stop

spe-

cia-

lis-

ing

in

sto-

ries

from

the

road

Hel-

lo

you,

still

dragg-

in'

out

a

long

good-

bye?

I

ought

to

a-

po-

lo-

gise

for

one

of

the

last

times

As

that

me-

an-

der-

ing

chap-

ter

rea-

ches

its

end

And

leaves

us

in

a

thought-

ful

litt-

le

daze

This

e-

lect-

ric

war-

ri-

or's

mo-

tor-

cade

Shall

burn

no

more

rub-

ber

down

that

bou-

le-

vard

Read

the

mes-

sage

I

left

on

the

thank

you

card

O-

ver-

tak-

ing

the

trac-

tor

Wait-

in'

for

sets

of

winds

and

bends

to

le-

vel

out

a-

gain

Pick-

in'

your

mo-

ment

a-

long

a

count-

ry

lane

The

kind

where

the

har-

mo-

nies

feel

right

at

home

Hel-

lo

you,

still

dragg-

in'

out

a

long

good-

bye?

I

ought

to

a-

po-

lo-

gise

for

one

of

the

last

times

Tak-

in'

a

dive

in-

to

your

crys-

tal

ball

I've

snor-

kelled

on

the

bea-

ches

fruit-

less-

ly

Why

not

re-

wind

to

Raw-

borough

Snoo-

ker

Club?

I

could

pass

for

se-

ven-

teen

if

I

just

get

a

shave

and

catch

some

Z's

Hel-

lo

you

Hel-

lo

you