"Pete and Carl mumbling"

The ideal girl,

In London from France,

Came over then left me,

she left me in trance,

Now I have to get by once again on my own,

Nothing but Memories.

So I remember your eyes

that unique shade of brown,

While these blue eyes of mine

they stay closed

I kissed you goodbye on the M109,

I choked as I watched the bus go-o-o.

(weeeelll another scat-cat come in),

Choking and smoking to your angelic soul,

I'm Choking and smoking myself into a hole,

Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream,

and to cry out your na-a-ame,

"Solo and mumbling"