Citroen Blues

Some people say “if I break an egg while driving my Citroen,

I'm gonna lose this war – oh boy for sure – & that's it my friend”

Well, I know all that history, I know all the plans inside out

Still I can't kill this insecurity – oh why am I filled with doubt?

O-oh Sweet Elise come to me

O-oh Sweet Elise

I'm dressed as a drummer, I'm strict with the grammar but I can't keep the beat

Well, I bought a night in Kensington I made six new donations

Yesterday it all went wrong when they turned off the ventilation

O-oh Sweet Elise come to me

O-oh Sweet Elise

I feel like a runner, real number oner but I can't find my feet

If it gets too hard I'm gonna hail a taxi for your guards

& if it gets Too hard I'm gonna call Jim Sawyer to ask his lawyer to hand me your astral charts

O-oh Sweet Elise come to me

O-oh Sweet Elise run to me

O-oh Sweet Elise, I'm down here on my knees

I look like a drummer, strict the grammar, a real number oner

But I can't find my feet to keep the beat