I'm battered 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, 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, 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 your sail
And I'm turning again
Yes, I'm turning again
Well, I'm turning again
Yes, I'm turning again
Wearing gold tipped boots, black jacket and tie
Well, I'm turning again.