We were wrong, we were wrong but so young & so very in lo-o-ove. That boozy English day at the Brighton Race Courses. (The wind blew my skirt up & it frightened the horses). We were wrong etc.
The May-Ball in Oxford we arrived in a punt. (You fell down in the beer-tent, unashamedly drunk). We were wrong etc.
Cos' I'm going to Rhino over your lino, (& I'm going to Rhino with you). In all kinds of leather, we Rhino "together". We'll keep Rhinoing thru'.
The kedgeree breakfasts, the "gratis" champagne. (The hours I spent wiping it off my hired D.J.). We were wrong etc. (etc.).
"Transmogrify" the jackals speak, The worms are feeding on our cheeks; "Transmute" the time flies quickly past, And Keynsham arms with lies & masks.