| Hanging around on the street | |
| The crazies are dead on their feet | |
| Strychnine eyes can't see | |
| Fortune is coming to me | |
| Fortune is coming to me | |
| Hanging around on my own | |
| Delaying my journey back home | |
| Submarine eyes can't see | |
| Fortune is coming to me | |
| Fortune is coming to me | |
| The feelings I have for you | |
| Aren't easily understood | |
| The feelings I have for you | |
| Aren't easily understood | |
| Think I'll lay down by the sea | |
| And watch it sparkle at me | |
| The sun pass through the island | |
| To a lowgold horizon | |
| The feelings I have for you | |
| Aren't easily understood | |
| The feelings I have for you | |
| Aren't easily understood |