We were wrong, we were wrong but so young & so very in lo-o-ove
That boozy English day at the Brighton Race Courses
(The wind blew my skirt up & it frightened the horses)
We were wrong etc
The May-Ball in Oxford we arrived in a punt
(You fell down in the beer-tent, unashamedly drunk)
We were wrong etc
Cos' I'm going to Rhino over your lino
(& I'm going to Rhino with you)
In all kinds of leather, we Rhino "together"
We'll keep Rhinoing thru'
The kedgeree breakfasts, the "gratis" champagne
(The hours I spent wiping it off my hired D.J.)
We were wrong etc
(etc.)
"Transmogrify" the jackals speak
The worms are feeding on our cheeks;
"Transmute" the time flies quickly past
And Keynsham arms with lies & masks