I'm battered 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, 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 defused,
But 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 your sail,
And I'm turning again, wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket, and tie.

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