Lyrics A Rum Tale - Procol Harum
She′s
fuddled
my
fancy
She's
muddled
me
good
I′ve
taken
to
drinking
And
given
up
food
I'm
buying
an
island
Somewhere
in
the
sun
I'll
hide
from
the
natives
Live
only
on
rum
I′m
selling
my
memoirs,
I′m
writing
it
down
If
no
one
will
pay
me
I'll
burn
down
the
town
I′ll
rent
out
an
aircraft
And
print
on
the
sky
If
God
likes
my
story
Then
maybe
he'll
buy
I′m
buying
a
ticket
for
places
unknown
It's
only
a
one
way
I′m
not
coming
home
She's
swallowed
my
secret
And
taken
my
name
To
follow
my
footsteps
And
knobble
me
lame
1 Fires (Which Burnt Brightly)
2 Bringing Home the Bacon (Raw Track)
3 Toujours L'Amour
4 Robert's Box
5 Bringing Home the Bacon
6 Grand Hotel
7 A Rum Tale
8 Souvenir in London
9 T.V. Ceasar
10 For Liquorice John
11 Grand Hotel - Raw Track without Orchestra
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