The wintergreen the juniper. The cornflower and the chicory. All the words you said to me. Still vibrating in the air. The elm the ash and the linden tree. The dark and deep enchanted sea. The trembling moon and the stars unfurled. There she goes my beautiful world. There she goes my beautiful world. There she goes my beautiful world. There she goes my beautiful world. There she goes again. John Willmot penned his poetry. riddled with the pox. Nabakov wrote on index cards. at a lectem in his socks. St. John of the Cross did his best stuff. imprisoned in a box. And JohnnyThunders was half alive. when he wrote Chinese Rocks. Well me I'm lying here with nothing in my ears. Me I'm lying here with nothing in my ears. Me I'm lying here for what seems years. I'm just lying on my bed with nothing in my head. Send that stuff on down to me. Send that stuff on down to me. Send that stuff on down to me. Send that stuff on down to me. There she goes my beautiful world. There she goes my beautiful world. There she goes my beautiful world. There she goes again. Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles. while writing Das Kapital. And Gaugin he buggered off man. and went all tropical. While Philip Larkin stuck it out. in a library in Hull. And Dylan Thomas died drunk in. St. Vincent's hospital. I will kneel at your feet. I will lie at your door. I will rock you to sleep. I will roll on the floor. And I'll ask for nothing. Nothing in this life. I'll ask for nothing. Give me ever-lasting life. I just want to move the world. I just want to move the world. I just want to move the world. I just want to move. There she goes my beautiful world. There she goes my beautiful world. There she goes my beautiful world. There she goes again. So if you got a trumpet get on your feet. brother and blow it. If you've got a field that don't yield. well get up and hoe it. I look at you and you look at me and. deep in our hearts know it. That you weren't much of a muse. but then I weren't much of a poet. I will be your slave. I will peel you grapes. Up on your pedestal. With your ivory and apes. With your book of ideas. With your alchemy. O Come on. Send that stuff on down to me. Send that stuff on down to me. Send that stuff on down to me. Send that stuff on down to me. Send that stuff on down to me. Send it all around the world. Cause here she comes my beautiful girl. There she goes my beautiful world. There she goes my beautiful world. There she goes my beautiful world. There she goes again