You were down by the fountain, you were drinking gin,
you had a flash of inspiration in the sunshine,
about beginning life again.
You were down by the fountain, you were drinking gin,
you wanted to sue God for making life,
life so difficult in the beginning,
but hopefully after death it will be better in the end,
because you wanted to be Flash Gordon,
and fighting off evil villains,
but you were down by the fountain,
and you were drinking gin,
and you had a flash of inspiration in the sunshine,
about beginning life again,
for life it seems to be a dream,
and the realities that we live in,
are an abomination of the imagination,
and all we seem to have is imaginary friends,
imaginary friends,
and you were down by the fountain,
talking to yourself,
and you were drinking gin,
and you had a flash of inspiration,
in the sunshine,
and you decided you wanted to leave the Earth,
because on the Earth,
there was only pain and hurt,
and living here,
well, when will it ever end?
Yes, you were down by the fountain,
you were drinking gin,
and you had a flash of inspiration in the sunshine,
and you called for God out loud,
and you scared the clouds,
whilst drinking and making a din,
and then you were gone,
off to see your kin,
walking funny,
and with less money,
with life dragging you back,
when you really wanted to be Flash Gordon,
flying through space,
fighting off aliens, fighting off an evil race,
but you were no closer,
no closer to being able to afford a spaceship,
because you had spent the afternoon,
down by the fountain drinking gin,
trying to forget the world and thinking of sin.
