The studio was a hexagon
Old men were sat on one side
Opposite three bald triplets
I stood in the middle
Fumbling with two tin packets
Listen while I tell this tale of woe
The worm in the bacon of BB
His name was Love
But, how were they to know?
Mike's gift was only poison
When I died
Love was all around
When I died
Love was in the air
When I died
Love was everywhere
When I died
Cats said I, peculiar wind
So hoist the cats away
And the mouse he did play
Plots came thick and fast
Satanic meditations, shadow emissions
So hoist his music on the mast
So look at the worm in the bacon
Good vibrations, man
Well
When I died
Love was all around
When I died
Love was in the air
When I died
Love was everywhere
When I died
Cat said I, peculiar wind
Well, then I died
Turned the beat to the brink
To post his name high
Thick and fast on the mast
Sail is all broken
The story of love
The story of love
The story of love
When I died
Love was all around
When I died
Love was in the air
When I died
Love was everywhere
When I died
Cat said I, peculiar wind
When I died
Love was all around
When I died
Love was in the air
When I died
Love was everywhere
When I died
Cat said I, peculiar wind
