Dawn sings in the garden Phone signs in the hall This boy's dead from two days life Resurrected by the call Penny here we've got to croon So come on round to me There's so such fanny, lying here To touch taste and feel Ring-a-ding-ding-ding, I'm going down, I'm coming round Penny's place a crummy room Her dansette crackles to Jimi's tune I don't care I taste Ambre Solaire Her neck, her thighs, her lips, her hair Ring-a-ding-ding-ding, I'm going down, I'm coming round All thoughts of sleep desert me, there is no time Twenty minutes brings me round to her number 9 There she looks like a painting Jackson Pollock's number five Come into the forest and taste the trees The sun starts shining and I'm hard to please Ring-a-ding-ding-ding, I'm going down, I'm coming round All thoughts of sleep desert me, there is no time Twenty minutes brings me round to her number 9 To look down from the clouds you don't need to fly I've never flown in a plane I'll live until I die