Hooked up on a fishing line,   Looking for the break of day   I've never been here before anyway   Its the line in my feet that's to blame.      Settled down in the mud   Giving everybody blood   It's just not such a beautiful thing to do.      Left the castle in spain   In an ambulance all the way   Could it be that the clock's really stopped?       Hello, there.   Everbody, when's the next train out of here?    I'm sorry, but I'm much too young for this   I'll come back again next year.      He came to lend a helping hand   To the miller and the butcher's men   Someone took the tuba for a pony ride   And the music sounded so much better.      Taking turns having fun   When there's not enough sun   It was midnight when the chorus came   Then the piano collapsed in a heap on the grass   And they blamed it on a rock 'n roll song      Hello, there.   Everbody, when's the next train out of here?    I'm sorry but I'm much too young for this   I'll come back again next year.   Yes I'll come back again next year.