Gold-tipped Boots, Black Jacket And Tie

I'm banered 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, `n' 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, `n' 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 my sail

And i'm turning again.

Yes, `n' i'm turning again.

Well, i'm turning again.

Yes, `n' i'm turning again.

Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.

Well, i'm turning again.


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