Well the lonesome undertaker sighs
His loathsome burden should suffice 
Yet he still bows his head and cries
Well the chimney sweeper dusts his feet
And cartwheels into the street 
While a Prince from his carriage leaps

There's nothing I should be missing
I should be on the beach reminiscing 
Reading Proust and watching waves splitting
Well the hustlers ***** and the ****** hustle 
Engines roar and the carts bustle
And the pointed shoes of my past jingles and tussels

And the city life I've left behind
Well I thought I wouldn't mind
But there's still something I need to find

I don't understand 
everything that's happening to me
But i want you