Little King

I turned on her elastic tone
Through a telephone
My head was blown
I looked past the painted glass
Into a vast private blast
Gave my best and tried the rest
It's a hell of a test for a thunder chest
Open the night, cracked open the sky
Fell straight up into her nest

It’s a fine day under her reign
She’s my queen and
I’m her little king
She put me up in a whirl
I feel just like a schoolgirl
Cellophane dreams are gaining
Positively over-draining
Out of the wine and into the spine
Something’s hung up and left behind

And that old scene that never was clean
But I found a cosmic washing machine
And nothing round gonna drag me down
‘Cause I done heard the sound, I even hear it now

It’s a fine day under her reign
She’s my queen and
I’m her little king
She put me up in a whirl
I feel just like a schoolgirl

Bombshell, urban bell
Dug a well, a mile of hell
Takin’ a drink at the kitchen sink
With a guitar pick and a shinning ring
Yeah, she’s the one takin’ chances
Out on branches, doing dances
I’m the clown on the ground, I just hang around
And wear my crown

It’s a fine day under her reign
She’s my queen and
I’m her little king
She put me up in a whirl
I feel just like a schoolgirl