Текст песни 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