Your washings out
  It's hanging out
  And all I have is nothing
  Nothing to do
  Nothing to say
  I think I must be dreaming
    [Chorus:]
  The sun comes out
  And I'm all washed out
  Is this what Deaner was talking about?
  And I don't think I will ever return again my friend
    If I was king
  And wore a ring
  I'd never hurt my people
  I'd stay alert
  And dress to kill
  I might even slip you something
    [Chorus (x2)]
    I don't think I will ever return again my friend [x2]