St. Helena - Augie March

So, there are things I know

Cos I get blind

But it’s not for show

It’s another kind

Of heel and toe,

Behind the curtain

O out mine eyes,

Vile jelly-o

I had you pegged as a kind of friend

Who would see the matter through,

When I looked up you’d shot through,

I had to wonder was it you that I was talking to?

With a sea between us, it couldn’t have been us

Take this wine away

All my imps are come to play

Sometimes I get so low

Low and lonely,

There’s no-one I know,

Not here for me,

Just flowers and stone,

Out on my throne

I sit repealing my cameos

I had you pegged as a kind of friend

Who would see the matter through,

When I looked up you’d shot through,

I had to wonder was it you and me who schemed

To have a submarine to come and free me

Take this wine away

All my imps are come to play

O out mine eyes,

Vile jelly-o

I had you pegged as a kind of friend

Who would see the matter through,

When I looked up you’d shot through,

I had to wonder was it you that I was talking to,

Or refuse, obscene chimeras of my dream

Take this wine away

All my imps are come to play