Bottles of piss are on the shore, all I got back from my message

Subdued after a coconut fell on my head

Oh, I long for my feathered bed

The ducks won’t stay long enough, for me to use as a pillow

In my shelter of willow

Eeeh ohh eeeh ohh I sing, little comfort does it bring

My guitars are all drowned, so I gave them a good send off in the ground

My teddies are nice and dry now, and I converse everyday with the cow

She swims in the lake of eternal youth, but she won’t let me in

Says I am too uncouth

My thoughts stray to my college days, and to school

When I got stuck in a bin

Ethel is the name of the beast but oh how I long for Rafferty