Hey go
Quick, be off, be sinking
Lown down whale the navy wing
It clears out congested arenas
They sell rocking host balloons
And they're celebrating children
And the weeping circus
And the smoking-nosed robot
Tasted? blackens the sticks
Like clowns from a fire, the albatross winks
Faked to the back goes right wing shield
All in a day's work
We met at one of the Kinks' yeah
We could come from the inner circle
Of the dry?
Until it is just one trap
One threaded?
Writer(s): Robert Pollard
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