Texty:
Guggenheim Grotto Waltzing Alone

Europe?s always been real good to me she's always been forthwith with girls with pretty feet I spent four years in Tuscany a month in Bonn and twelve

I think I love you but to say so would bore you ?cos we?ve only just met and I?d look dumb. So I?m gonna try clever and dress it up in leather, you know

Here lies Ozymandias Once a king now sand and dust And so you see we all must go, the prince and pauper both, Death will take us each aside, will you

(Liver on fire, singing kum-bye-ah) I?m missing you, swimming nude I?m frozen through, Portmarnock beach boy blue Pretty drunk, I?m pretty young Pretty

gold but I'm unable to share it with others They call me a poet who'll never have a poem a tiger with no taste for bone I'm the wonderful, wonderful wizard of waltzing alone

It?s not that I fear the fall or crushing my bones I fear the desire to heed the call of that unknown You see the higher I climb the more I present myself