Four o’clock in the afternoon
And I didn’t feel like very much
I said to myself, where are you boy
Where’s your famous golden touch
I thought you knew where all of
the elephants lie down
I thought you were the crown prince of all the wheels in ivory town
Just take a look at your body now
There’s nothing much to save
And a bitter voice in the mirror
Cries hey prince, you need a shave
Sitting, drinking, superficially thinking
About the rinsed out blonde on my left
She told me , later
She’s machine operator
She said she liked the way I held the microphone
I said my my
Like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead in my web