Saddened by a sombre proposal
And it feels like armageddon
Dispossessed of sweet morning breath
And it feels like armageddon
Try go out with your boots on
It's the end, your funeral cortege
But don't wear black like Victoria
Don't wear black
You look good in technicolour
Thoughts of mandolins and gondolas
Down the styx to armageddon
Torrential waterworks following the hearse
First comes love then armageddon
Try go out with your boots on
It's the end, your funeral cortege
But don't wear black like Victoria
Don't wear black
You look good in technicolour