Splashing — making a mess of myself
I’m splashing — making a mess of my health
When I go out of my head
The lights go on in the sky
I just want to crawl in bed
I couldn’t get up if I tried
Soaking up the night with my eyes
Saucers of boiling oil
Soaking up things through my paper skin
And my blood is starting to boil
Splashing — making a mess of myself
I’m splashing — making a mess of my health
When I go out to a club
I check my mind at the door
With a porter in a paper bag
I pick it up when I leave at four
When I’m as big as my uncle Jim
I’ll give you all cause to complain
Walkin’ around with boots on my head
Like a missile on a train
