Robyn Hitchcock - Flanagans song

All the ^Ayoung girls look like ^Eravens As they ^Aflock around the ^Epool And they ^Apeck at their reflection In the ^Eshadows of men's ^C#mdrool

I could ^Alook out there for^Eever For^Aever has no ^Eholes Through the ^Awindows of eternity You can ^Eglimpse the passing ^C#msouls

This party's ^Bover The bells are ^Aringing themselves I'm going ^Bhome

She was ^Astanding on the ^Etable With a ^Amessage on her ^Eskin ^AI'm a look right in her eyes But ^EI could not see ^C#min

I have ^Aloved you from a ^Edistance ^ALoved you from up ^Eclose Like the ^Atiny frog that breathes I can ^Enestle in your ^C#mcloak

This party's ^Bover The bells are ^Aringing themselves I'm going ^Bhome

I was ^Aalways in a ^Ehurry But I ^Anever knew what ^Efor ^AParanoia chased me out And then ^Etime just closed the ^C#mdoor

This party's ^Bover The bells are ^Aringing themselves I'm going ^Bhome