As I stumble through the nettles
Cursing wearing shorts
A golden retriever passes by
Marching, trotting, tinkerbell
I hear a lady laugh and yell
Sally I'm getting too old for this
I've gotta keep on keeping on
Walking by your side
The bell jar seems to lift
A golden hue projecting from your smile
I curse my weary ways
I've been cursing for days on days
I'm often a giddy gallant
More giddy than I am strong