All I want is a place of my own, A small caravan by the sea. A friend to cook, A few good books, And a smoke might just satisfy me. See that girl with her hips in a song And a few sound thoughts in her head, We might find we're two of a kind And I'll never have to pretend. That I'm feeling fine. See that boy with his head in his hands, Well his head is sharp and clear. A place to score or a walk by the shore, And all the sounds you can hear