Procol Harum lyrics

(brooker / reid) My amazon six-triggered bride Now searching for a place to hide Still sees the truth quite easily But shrouds all else in mystery While madmen in top hats and tails Impale themselves on six-inch nails And some arabian also-ran Impersonates a watering can Some santa claus-like face of note Entreats my ears to set afloat My feeble sick and weary brain And I am overcome with shame And hide inside my overcoat And hurriedly begin to quote While some arabian sheikh most grand Impersonates a hot-dog stand The red cross ambulance outside Can only mean that I must hide ’til dusk and finally the night When I will make a hasty flight Across the sea and far away To where the weary exiles stay And some arabian oil-well Impersonates a padded cell Get This Ringtone

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