( RE Broughton )
The broken hearted pilot lost in wheeling wings
Gone forever brothersSmashed to smithereens
The little cap, green and black the doctor said
was soft
You wonder how many you might need to really
get you off
Thirty years have passed you by while you've
been selling beer
Now you say you want to dieYou don't know
what that means
Hurricane Man,hurry back here the wine is in
the sun
Hurricane Man,hurry back here there's so
much to be done