Please - John Cale

Won’t you help me please,

I’m growing old

A million years ago

Won’t you help me sneeze,

I’ve caught a cold

Another way to go Just hold on tightly

This shows on my breed

They speak so very slow

It gets so hard to follow

Slowly in the mist of captive eyes

To carry you from home

Hansom cab again from dawn till dusk

My power amphibious bride

I’ll just leave you here like this

I’m sure you won’t be missed

Before this night is done

These words won’t seem so wrong.

Oh it can’t be that bad

Back up in trinidad

Come down and see me soon

When you get back from the moon.