Onward! And Onward! And Onward I go. Where no man before could be bothered to go. Till the soles of my shoes are shot full of holes. And it's all downhill with a bullet. This ramblin' and rovin' has taken its course. I'm grazing with the dinosaurs and the dear old horses. And the city streets crack and a great hole forces. Me down with my soapbox my pulpit. The the theatre ceiling is silver star-spangled. And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle. There's a man in the theatre with girlish eyes. Who's holding my childhood to ransom. On the screen there's a death there's a rustle of cloth. And a sickly voice calling me handsome. There's a man in the theatre with sly girlish eyes. On the screen there's an ape a gorilla. There's a groan there's a cough there's a rustle of cloth. And a voice that stinks of death and vanilla. This is a secret mauled and mangled. And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle. The walls of the ceiling are painted in blood. The lights go down the red curtains come apart. The room is full of smoke and dialogue I know by heart. And the coins in my pocket jingle-jangle. As the great screen crackled and popped. The clock of my boyhood was wound down and stopped. And my handsome little body oddly propped. And my trousers right down to my ankles. Yes it's onward! And upward!. And I'm off to find love. Do you love me? If you do I'm thankful. This city is an ogre squatting by the river. It gives life but it takes it away my youth. There comes a time when you just cannot deliver. This is a fact. This is a stone cold truth.. Do you love me?. I love you handsome. But do you love me?. Yes I love you you are handsome. Amongst the cogs and the wires my youth. Vanilla breath and handsome apes with girlish eyes. Dreams that roam between truth and untruth. Memories that become monstrous lies. So onward! And Onward! And Onward I go!. Onward! And Upward! And I'm off to find love. With blue-black braclets on my wrists and ankles. And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle.