Swell does the skull
I don't want to be a sinner, no
Don't want to be a sinner, no
But perving, always perving
Swell does the skull
Don't want to be a singer, no
Don't want to be a singer, no
But velvet, always velvet
Here he comes through the rain
With his coat and his walking cane
And his hands softly to me
The war is over
We belong in the country
Oooh
Ring have ?
There's honey on the primrose
There's honey on the primrose
And music, always music
He comes home, out of the rain
I take his coat, and his walking cane
He can feel that I hold him tight
The day's over
We belong by a fire's heat
Oooh
Swell does my skull
I'll never be without him, no
I'll never be without him, no
I'll never be without him, no`