You know my wandering days are over   Does that mean that I'm getting boring?   You tell me   I'm tired of listening to myself now   I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them      You know my bip-bopping days are over   I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor   Now the centre of my so called being is   The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors      I said "My celibate days are over"   You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed   In the mirror of my steamy bathroom   Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue      Six months on, the winter's gone   The disenchanted pony   Left the town with the circus boy   The circus boy got lonely   It's summer, and it's sister song's   Been written for the lonely   The circus boy is feeling melancholy      It's got to be fate that's doing it   A spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging me   With the story of the way it should be   With the story of Sebastian and Belle the singer      I said "My one man band is over"   I hit the drum for the final time and I walked away   I saw you in Japanese restaurant   You were doing it for business men on the piano, Belle   You said it was a living Hell   You said you were in Hell