I'm banered and bruised I got lines I can't use
My head won't deliver Well, I'm sold down the river
But I'm turning again
Yes, `n' I'm turning again
Well, I'm turning again
And I'm turning again
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie

Well, I've been second to none:
this horse was ready to run
Now I'm has-been and used:
disarmed and de-fused
but I'm turning again
And I'm turning again
Yes, `n' I'm turning again
I'm turning again
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie

I'm egg over-easy
and I'm washing-up squeezy
Appliance for sale:
fat wind in my sail
and I'm turning again
Yes, `n' I'm turning again
Well, I'm turning again
Yes, `n' I'm turning again
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie
Well, I'm turning again