Thirty-three and a third
They forced the door
And found in the bed-sit
The pulsing hook-line
Of diamond on vinyl
The arms still ploughing
The run-out spiral
The lost module
Of cartridge and stylus
In captured orbit
Around the spindle
A looped circling
Whirl-pooling Swansong
That died as they craned up
The weightless needle
And lowered him down
On the rope that he swang from

(Ohhh, Uhhhh, Ohhhhh)

They forced the door
And found in the bed-sit
The pulsing hook-line
Of diamond on vinyl
The arms still ploughing
The run-out spiral
The lost module
Of cartridge and stylus
In captured orbit
Around the spindlе
A looped circling
Whirl-pooling Swansong
That died as they cranеd up
The weightless needle
And lowered him down
On the rope that he swang from
Thirty three and a third
Thirty three and a third
Thirty three and a third

They forced the door
And found in the bed-sit
The pulsing hook-line
Of diamond on vinyl
The arms still ploughing
The run-out spiral
The lost module
Of cartridge and stylus
In captured orbit
Around the spindle
A looped circling
Whirl-pooling Swansong
That died as they craned up
The weightless needle
And lowered him down
On the rope that he swang from