Sante

Here where the power of speech has gone

I’m the man who can’t stop talking

All my thoughts are racing now

Spinning out and tumbling

Yes, I do find it harder to walk the walk

Now it’s a bit more like shuffling

But since I no longer fear the reaper

Everything is just so much clearer

Clearer and closer and dearer and dearer

If I’ve not had a stroke of luck exactly

Then at least it was one of good fortune

But the Hospital Doctors’ diagnosis

Is the one that rings truest of all

It was all of that drinking and smoking they said

That almost cost you an arm and a leg