Dawn sings in the garden   Phone sings in the hall   This boy's dead from two day's life   Resurrected by the call   Penny here, we've got to come   So come on round to me   There's so much penny lying here   To touch, taste and tease      Ring a ding ding ding i'm going down   I'm coming round      Penny's place, a crummy room   Her dansette crackles to Jimi's tune   I don't care, I taste ambre solaire   Her neck, her thighs, her lips, her hair      Ring a ding ding ding i'm going down   I'm coming around      All thoughts of sleep desert me   There is no time   30 minutes brings me round to her number 9      Yeah she looks like a painting   Jackson Pollock's number 5   Come into the forest and taste the trees   The sun starts shining and i'm hard to please      Ring a ding ding ding i'm going down   I'm coming around      All thoughts of sleep desert me   There is no time   30 minutes brings me round to her number 9      To look down on the clouds   You don't need to fly   I've never flown in a plane   I'll live until I die