The gymnast, high above the ground, 

Limbers up and falls timbers down. 

Ankles splayed and all tied. 

The gymnast long has arrived. 



Lazy, your long sister lays 

Waiting out this long light brigade. 

Prayed for snow a long time. 

And lazy, it long has arrived. 



Through the tarlatan holes 

You've been slipping, been slipping away 

And the weather will hold 

It's been ever so, ever so gray. 



But here as we're coming down 

And we're sounding out: 

it's a terrible, terrible tide 

As it lights upon your eye 



But there on the motorway, 

reeks of marmalade 

It's a chemical, chemical kind 

As it lights upon your eye 

Lights upon your eye 



The bosun calls upon the quay. 

Compass gone, he long has lost his way 

To lighthouse shine, to calm tide. 

The bosun long has arrived. 



Through the tarlatan holes, 

You've been slipping, been slipping away 

And the weather will hold 

It's been ever so, ever so gray 



But here as we're coming down 

And we're sounding out: 

it's a terrible, terrible tide 

As it lights upon your eye 



But there on the motorway, 

reeks of marmalade 

It's a chemical, chemical kind 

As it lights upon your eye 

Lights upon your eye