I'm banered and bruised. I got lines I can't use. 

My head won't deliver. Well, I'm sold down the river. 

But I'm turning again. 

Yes, `n' I'm turning again. 

Well, I'm turning again. 

And I'm turning again. 

Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie. 



Well, I've been second to none: 

this horse was ready to run. 

Now I'm has-been and used: 

disarmed and de-fused 

but I'm turning again. 

And I'm turning again. 

Yes, `n' I'm turning again. 

I'm turning again. 

Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie. 



I'm egg over-easy 

and I'm washing-up squeezy. 

Appliance for sale: 

fat wind in my sail 

and I'm turning again. 

Yes, `n' I'm turning again. 

Well, I'm turning again. 

Yes, `n' I'm turning again. 

Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie. 

Well, I'm turning again.