"Pete and Carl mumbling"

The ideal girl,
In London from France,

Came over then left me,
she left me in trance,
Now I have to get by once again on my own,
Nothing but Memories.

So I remember your eyes
that unique shade of brown,
While these blue eyes of mine
they stay closed
I kissed you goodbye on the M109,
I choked as I watched the bus go-o-o.

(weeeelll another scat-cat come in),
Choking and smoking to your angelic soul,
I'm Choking and smoking myself into a hole,
Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream,
and to cry out your na-a-ame,

"Solo and mumbling"