You forgot the bit about dead people - she's loves the Bonzos
In the canyons of your mind
I will wander through your brain
To the ventricles of your heart, my dear
I'm in love with you again
Cross the mountains of your chest
I will stick a Union Jack
To the forest of your chin
Through the holes in your string vest
My darling, in my cardboard coloured dreams
Cardboard coloured dreams
Once again I hear your laugh
Hmm, hmm, hmm
And I kiss, yes I kiss your perfumed hair
She's not there
The sweet essence of giraffe
Of giraffe
And each time I hear your name
Frying pan, frying pan
Oh Mama, how it hurts
He's in pain
In the wardrobe of my soul
Of my soul
In the section labelled "shirts"
Ahhh-ah