Strange things happening round the corner
But their aim is unclear.
And I know that I felt much warmer,
But that was last year.
And I remember visions of Joanna in the heat of summer Rome.
But there's a year of thunder, a year of ice;
Years of blunders and years of vice.
Then there was that g1rt from Vauxhall
And now I find its not the same in here,
Why am I lying on the floor?
You know somebody went insane in here,
And now they're knocking on my door.
(I'm feeling alright