The boy stood on the burning stage, his back against the mast

He did not dare to turn around till Davy Bowie passed

The stardust painted round his eyes was really fading fast

Oh but I think I'm going to come again

Oh but I think I'm going to come again

The spiders from Uranus were climbing up the walls

With such a space (?) the oddity, his fey libido calls

But the people in the front row can only see his smalls

Oh but I think I'm going to come again

Oh but I think I'm going to come again