He'd love to spend the night in Zion He's been a long while in Babylon He'd like a lover's wings to fly on To a tropic isle of Avalon His world is under observation We monitor his station Under faces and the places Where he traces points of view He picks

I had the Bottle of Smoke Up came the Bottle of Smoke They had the Bottle of Smoke Thanks and praises Thanks to Jesus I bet on the Bottle of Smoke I went to hell And to the races To bet on the Bottle of Smoke

As I was walking down the road A feeling fine and larky oh A recruiting sergeant came up to me Says he, you'd look fine in khaki oh For the King he is in need of men Come read this proclamation oh A life in Flanders for you then Would be a fine vacation

You are my one true love Light of my life, fire in my loins And I'm off to the races, cases Of Bacardi chasers Chasing me all over town Because I'm crazy, baby I need you to come here and save me I'm your little scarlet starlet Singing in the garden

'Cause I never left you And you never let me go 'Cause for you I could win For you I could trust myself For you I could throw with abandon Old glories all feign to the wind Well I win some races That don't mean I'm fastest

With the first light and the little fragile moon I was out on the porch now I'm ready for doom And it's funny how it all came to be The way you so plainly chose to stare at me And the afternoon embraces you like a million worried hands And I want to look

As I was walking down the road A feeling fine and larky oh A recruiting sergeant came up to me Says he, you'd look fine in khaki oh For the King he is in need of men Come read this proclamation oh A life in Flanders for you then Would be a fine vacation