Vanishing into the Gloom


I was counting blessings in a one-horse town,
staying at the Carlton Ritz;
keepin’ my nose squeaky-clean, ’till I was introduced to Miss Fitz.

A pear-shaped trio of d├ębutantes,
going all tooth-and-nail.
The punks; the prats and the idiot savants
celebrating out on bail.

With a few spare dollars, I changed my quarters^
and got myself a living-room.
Shell-shocked by grenades and mortars
I was dancing with a broom.
And soon, I was vanishing into the gloom.

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Peter och vargen