Gary Mounfield - Going Down lyrics

Dawn sings in the garden Phone sings in the hall This boy's dead from two days 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 'round All thoughts of sleep desert me There is no time (there is no time) Thirty minutes brings me round to Her number 9 There she looks like a painting Jackson Pollock's No. 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 'round All thoughts of sleep desert me There is no time (there is no time) Thirty 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