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.