Stain-glass people filling the sooty city but he's 
sleeping 
Ageing raver part-time shaver ageing raver 

Eight in the morning daydreams are forming but he's 
sleeping 
Ageing raver part-time shaver ageing raver 

He's a younger version of a face upon a picture inside 
an antique locket 
Staggering around outside of time inside the candy of a 
bottle in his pocket 
He's no idea which way the sun has gone 
Hyde Park Corner on Sunday and Whitehall's a terribly 
good place to sit 
And Newquay's a good beach to lie on and dry in the sun 
and sing "Trouble in Mind" 
Fifty times in-between every trip 
Ageing raver part-time shaver ageing raver 

Party at midnight waterloo station everyone smiling
Ageing raver part-time shaver ageing raver 

Her mummy's in Bermuda - Daddy's trying hard to lose 
her. The King's Road's absolutely full of holes 

Picasso's in the bathroom marble couches in the toilet 
and a bidet in the Rolls
And Wimpole Street hormone like an ocean never drains
The see-saw city of London - The jigsaw puzzle of light
The flashing elastic confusion of all that's been done 
- and the reasons for doing
That all disappeared in the night 

Ageing raver part-time shaver ageing raver
Dog-end saver ageing raver sunshine craver ageing raver 
sunshine craver