The baddest news of all It comes in mid July I'm standing in my summer dress I've got tears in my eyes The telephone's ringing But I don't want to go Down to the river To that river where the death cap grows So can I stay Please, case I stay Just one more day One more day I've been a fool From London to Rome Just picking mushrooms On my way back home And I've seen more in ten years now Than I was ever meant to see So I'm older now I'm older now than I can stand to be The devil visits To collect his fee So I've had him in For some company And I don't know what's out there Beyond all of this So I cling to my mind And the green on the vine If that's all that there is Or am I out of line? Am I out of line? Am I out of line? Am I out of time?