One White Duck/0?? = Nothing At All

A one, two, three


There's a haze on the skyline to wish me on my way
And there's a note on the telephone, some roses on a tray
And the motorway's stretching right out to us all
As I pull on my old wings, one white duck on your wall
Isn't it just too damn real
One white duck on your wall, one duck on your wall

I'll catch a ride on your violin, strung upon your bow
And I'll float on your melody, sing your chorus soft and low
There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called
You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall
Isn't it just too damn real
One white duck on your wall, one duck on your wall, one duck on your wall

So, fly away Peter and fly away Paul
From the finger-tip ledge of contentment
Well, the long restless rustle of high-heeled boot calls
And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all

Something must be wrong with me and my brain
If I'm so patently unrewarding
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way
And my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all

There's no double-lock defense, there's no chain on my door
And I'm available for consultation
But remember your way in is also my way out
And love's four-letter word is no compensation

Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler, I'm a waiter on skates
So don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion
Cos I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays
To be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion