She put on Astral Weeks
Said "I love Jazz", and winked at me
This is the last place I oughta be
But I can't drive, and I sure can't sleep
Around this time, I publicly
Well, nevermind, you can read
I was unwell, and suddenly
Her clown portraits spoke to me

You're in no shape
You're in no shape
All the kings horses, all the kings men
You may never be whole again

A publicist and a celibate started talking
Politics
By a small degree, she got him to admit
They're tacit fascists
Without knowing it
And oh this went
On and on
Performance art? Elaborate con?
Baby who wears pearl’s at 4am
This Pynchon yuppie found
Meaning’s end

You're in no shape
In no shape
All the kings horses, all the kings men
You may never be whole again
You may never be whole again
You may never be whole again

I saw something I shouldn't see
The awful truth, babe, reality
That I'd forfeit my existence
If someone let me just play with them
Dawn long broke by the time
I realized that I lost my mind
I ate an ice cream
Dazed in the street
But it never taste quite as sweet
Again
Again