Hunting a trace to the public pools Followed by a dozen of skaters They drag me down, and they pull me Through And now I think I need a reanimator Recovering fast I continue my way Open the door of the building " It's closing today ", says the man in White I turn around maybe they're filming Slightly despaired as I kiss him goodbye " Sorry Boy, but I should be leaving. Before I treat you the skating kind I cast a spell and turn you into a Beagle!" Ain't loosing hope, there's still a Chance Beaching the local lido I see 4oo grannys are drifting by Over an aerea of 5 square meters I feel treatment over me This kind of treatment And this is the end and so we go...