Sitting on a park bench
Minding my own business
Heard a motor, Motown
Stuck in a ditch off the
Road that's ever-winding
Rarely ever finding
What you have in minding
For a rider and a man
Named Jack Bruce
Eyes on you
Skies you drew
White room, dark room
Sing Umm Kulthum
White room, dark room
Sing Umm Kulthum
For Jack Bruce
I'm a tired starling darling
Got my farthings packed in a suitcase
Top of the hill
Cream of the crop
I'm a tired starling darling
Got my farthings packed in a suitcase
Top of the hill and
The cream of the crop