In late Nineteen eighty two

i was feeling very frail.

And on this occasion

went a bit off the rails.

Not really knowing

Who I am

I took myself off

To Amsterdam.

There I met a mate

Who was a little bit gone

Always called himself

by the name of Mad John.

He set me up there

with a nice little number.

Something to do,

A nice little number.

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