He's only half-way there,   he's only half-way there.   Told me my fortune was enough for me -   that I would rather be   lying lonely in the houses   than stand along the river-side,   wearing nothing but the ruby   bequeathed to me by him when he died.      He's only half-way there,   he's only half-way there.   If I hadn't disappeared   in spring that year   I'd have sent him home again.      He's only half-way there,   he's only half-way there.   A large courtege of mourners all agree   that it was really he-   huddled in a blanket,   chewing on a ball-point pen.   They stood him up against the wall   & set him off again   around the karmic wheel...big deal -   you can't get me that way.   I read between the lines   of the notice in the Times   & this is what they say:   He's only half-way there,   He's only half-way there,   half-way there.