She left the phonebox shouting delirious, she's delirious
He is the king of the crop in all of his lunacy, in his lunacy
All the boys in this town
They've all got big black eyes
And the girls are really sweet
Or they're clever until they're tired
And you know sleep it don't come easy
If sleep bothers to come at all
In the land of give and take
King Idiot falls, King Idiot falls
He met her outside Lucky's Tracoria