Hooked up on a fishing line,
Looking for the break of day
Ive never been here before anyway
Its the line in my feet thats to blame.

Settled down in the mud
Giving everybody blood
Its just not such a beautiful thing to do.

Left the castle in spain
In an ambulance all the way
Could it be that the clocks really stopped?

Hello, there.
Everbody, whens the next train out of here?
Im sorry, but Im much too young for this
Ill come back again next year.

He came to lend a helping hand
To the miller and the butchers men
Someone took the tuba for a pony ride
And the music sounded so much better.

Taking turns having fun
When theres not enough sun
It was midnight when the chorus came
Then the piano collapsed in a heap on the grass
And they blamed it on a rock n roll song

Hello, there.
Everbody, whens the next train out of here?
Im sorry but Im much too young for this
Ill come back again next year.
Yes Ill come back again next year.