Your washings out It's hanging out And all I have is nothing Nothing to do Nothing to say I think I must be dreaming [Chorus:] The sun comes out And I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talking about? And I don't think I will ever return again my friend If I was king And wore a ring I'd never hurt my people I'd stay alert And dress to k** I might even slip you something [Chorus (x2)] I don't think I will ever return again my friend [x2]