I'm battered and bruised. I got lines I can't use
My head won't deliver. Well, I'm sold down the river
But I'm turning again
Yes, 'n' I'm turning again
Well, I'm turning again
And I'm turning again
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie

Well, I've been second to none:
This horse was ready to run
Now I'm has-been and used:
Disarmed and de-fused
But I'm turning again
And I'm turning again
Yes, 'n' I'm turning again
I'm turning again
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie

I'm egg over-easy
And I'm washing-up squeezy
Appliance for sale:
Fat wind in my sail
And I'm turning again
Yes, 'n' I'm turning again
Well, I'm turning again
Yes, 'n' I'm turning again
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie
Well, I'm turning again