Koo-koo-ka-choo I shot the eggman 

Under an April morning sky 

Immersed in capuccino, 

and dirty magazines 

Like David Sylvian in my dreams 

So from the second floor 

A violent sound like laughter 

Someone screams "St. Francis Square police!"   



Pictures in the pond, 

floating rather pointlessly 

Sont les mots qui vont 

"Please knock me down!" 

Everyone says he was first 

to be king of the underground 

Finally, finally, dottee Home and free 

Portobello weekender just you and me