Stain-glass people Filling the sooty city But he's sleeping Ageing raver Part-time shaver Ageing raver Eight in the morning Daydreams are forming But he's sleeping Ageing raver Part-time shaver Ageing raver He's a younger version of a face upon a picture Inside an antique locket Staggering around outside of time Inside the candy of a bottle in his pocket He's no idea which way the sun has gone Hyde Park Corner on Sunday And Whitehall's a terribly good place to sit And Newquay's a good beach to lie on And dry in the sun and sing 'Trouble in Mind' Fifty times in-between every trip Ageing raver Part-time shaver Ageing raver Party at midnight Waterloo station Everyone is smiling Ageing raver Part-time shaver Ageing raver Her mummy's in Bermuda - Daddy's trying hard to lose her The King's Road's absolutely full of holes Picasso's in the bathroom Marble couches in the toilet And a bidet in the Rolls And Wimpole Street hormone Like an ocean never drains The see-saw city of London - The jigsaw puzzle of light The flashing elastic confusion Of all that's been done - and the reasons for doing That all disappeared in the night Ageing raver Part-time shaver Ageing raver Dog-end saver Ageing raver Sunshine craver Ageing raver Sunshine craver