Lyric Gold-Tipped Boots, Black Jacket And Tie

I m banered and bruised. I got lines I can t use.
My head won t deliver. Well, I m sold down the river.
But I m turning again.
Yes, `n I m turning again.
Well, I m turning again.
And I m turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.

Well, I ve been second to none:
this horse was ready to run.
Now I m has-been and used:
disarmed and de-fused
but I m turning again.
And I m turning again.
Yes, `n I m turning again.
I m turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.

I m egg over-easy
and I m washing-up squeezy.
Appliance for sale:
fat wind in my sail
and I m turning again.
Yes, `n I m turning again.
Well, I m turning again.
Yes, `n I m turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, I m turning again.