Orpington Blues

(And of course all this is pre-house nation) Dream, dream alone Make, make a song You never talk of beauty now You need somebody to show you how You say you're tired, you need a rest You just get stoned and get undressed Dream, dream alone Make, make a song No one can tell and said: "That's all" The pilot smiled and down the hall You know we weathered and sailed the storm Let's take the first plane to somewherе calm She's your girlfriend's tail I saw her long-rangе tales Ribbons in her hair Buttons in her nails Dream along, dream along Dream along