Where, oh where did the age come from That struck with such a sour note? It's a shame that the muse that brought you here Keeps donning the dog skin coat But the news is out this year That the easy-pleaser road is here

 

And she's a picture dressed in hay And all the preachers up and run Here it is Christmas every day And no-one gives nothing to anyone

 

I hold my point of view It's lying I hate the most But the bird that sang love in your ear Has swallowed a fatal dose If there's poison in your cup Well you picked your tree: Now bark it up

 

And if I live to seventy And all of my bones begin to seize Oh Lord don't leave, don't leave to me A one and only way to dream

 

The bloodshot eye sees paradise And knows just where it lies Dissolves into grief That this crazy machine does not go there...

 

I saw the picture, saw the play I read the book along the way I didn't need to see the end Cos every end was just the same

 

There wasn't a hell of a lot to tell He wrecked whatever he'd undertake He got old, he got slow And every death was on his face

 

But I never thought I'd see the day The dog of honour disappear He bought a boarding house for slaves And drinks imported German beer

 

Once the bird has stopped its mouth, Once you're in this dream you don't get out

 

I love this imported German beer They know how to make it over there The bird returns to soothe my ear I love this imported German beer