The party's kicked off, with quite a bang
All my old friends, have come out to hang...

There is no warmth nor light nor sound
as I lay here, trussed up and bound...

As I look back on the winding road
with many a twist and turn...

I have a voice that shrieks into the night
to break the shackles of this joyless plight...

Please Mr Sandman, come my way
before too dark the close of day...

I have a new mobility scooter
with big wheels, lights and bag...

Clip not the blind of wings to let them soar
give them the tools a path your love to find...

Theres a penquin in my sandwich box
he's wearing bright green socks...

Be glad your health is not impaired
by some strange illness that is shared...

Billy Bromms is a borrower
You know the type I'm sure...

Orange blossom showers
On organza silk...

As I walked over mossy plains
across much traveled rich terrains...