Champagne and Valium - Kevin Ayers

Champagne and valium — half-hearted kisses;

Lord, won’t you tell me

What kind of breakfast this is

God said, cool it, boy, you’ve sure got a nerve.

You’ve already had much more than you deserve

Shut your mouth, and go home, boy.

Looks like i’m leaving, leaving again;

Same old ticket, babe, same old train

No destination, but who ever knows

Just where it is that anyone goes.

Tell me where they all go to

Oh, doctor, doctor, can you feel my pain?

Doctor said, «shit man, not you again!»

Just how many times do i have to explain:

There ain’t no medicine

That’ll take you back again

To where you were again

To where you were, before, boy

It’s what you feel

It’s not what you think

Can’t taste no wine

If you don’t drink

You don’t know how

And you sure don’t know why

You’re just like the rest

And all you can do is try

Try to catch hold of that dream, boy…

Champagne and valium — half-hearted kisses;

Lord, won’t you tell me

What kind of breakfast this is

God said, cool it, boy, you’ve sure got a nerve.

You’ve already had much more than you deserve

Shut your mouth, and go home, boy…