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 kill

I might even slip you something

[Chorus (x2)]


I don't think I will ever return again my friend [x2]