The days of wine and roses are distant days for me. I dream of the last and the next affair and of girls I'll never see. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue, The retired writer in the sun.
Tonight I trod in the starlight, I excused myself with a grin. I ponder the moon in a silver spoon and the little one 'live within. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun.
The magazine girl poses on my glossy paper aeroplane Too many years I spent in the City playing with Mr. Loss and Gain. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue, The retired writer in the sun.
I bathe in the sun of the morning, lemon circles swim in the tea Fishing for time with a wishing line and throwing it back in the sea. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue, The retired writer in the sun.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
