He likes sipping his tea   Slowly from the tip of the tea pot   From the tip when the pot is hot   When he's not lonely...      I'm lonely not, he has it his peers   I'm dancing around hands and   He sheds some tears   When she's not there   He's quiet he is mad man   He's quiet without she mad man      mad man   Le lourd chagrin d'un coeur fragile et fou   D'extases va t'il me rendre souple   Combler le vide, tenir le coup   Attendant une nouvelle aurore sentimentale   M'abreuve de ce liquide à la couleur pale   Mes verres à vin se noient dans ma verveine   S'use mon latin à perdre haleine      Mad man walking down a string   Mad man walking down a string   Mad man walking down a string   Mad man walking down a string with reality      Mad man walking down a string   Mad man walking down a string with reality   Mad man walking down a string   Mad man walking down a string with reality      Mad man walking down her skin   The lady with the tea pot taking him within   He's going crazy with this long long    there walking down the street   With this flower shirt, his loneliness and his thirst for tea      Mad man walking down a string   Mad man walking down a string   Mad man walking down a string   Mad man walking down a string with reality      Mad man walking down a string   Mad man walking down a string with reality   Mad man walking down a string   Mad man walking down a string with reality