Spied the armada in sight of the shore line A sense of foreboding never tasted before Fell through the floor, I’ve hit my ceiling Out of my depth, over my head Cloud Cuckoo-land was clearly in view My magic bullet, blunt and unglued Fell through the floor, bounced off the ceiling Bolt for the door, out of my head A voice from the north shouted: “Do it my way!” I went through the roof in a no-no display! I threw myself flat on to your border fence The damage I did is in self defence Fell through the floor, I reached my ceiling Out of my depth, over my head