Koo-koo-ka-choo I shot the eggman 
Under an April morning sky 
Immersed in capuccino, 
And dirty magazines 
Like David Sylvian in my dreams 
So from the second floor 
A violent sound like laughter 
Someone screams "St. Francis Square police!" 
Pictures in the pond, 
Floating rather pointlessly 
Sont les mots qui vont 
"Please knock me down!" 
Everyone says he was first 
To be king of the underground 
Finally, finally, dottee Home and free 
Portobello weekender just you and me