I got [bad word] and fell asleep
Atop the sheets but luckily
I left the heater on

And in my dreams I wrote the best
Song that I’ve ever written
Can’t remember how it goes

I stayed [bad word] and fell awake
I was cycling on a plane
And far away I heard you say you liked me

We drifted to a party, cool
The people went to arty school
They made their paints by mixing acid wash and lemonade
 [bad word] 
In my brain
I re-arrange
The letters on the page
To spell your name

I found an Ezra Pound
And made a bet that if I found
cigarette, I’d drop it all and marry you

Just then a [bad word] on:
"You can’t always get what you want"
The Rolling Stones, oh woe is we, the irony

The stones became the moss
And once all inhibition's lost
The hipsters made a mission to the farm

We drove by tractor there
The yellow straw replaced our hair
We laced the dairy river with the cream of sweet vermouth
 [bad word] 

You said, "We only live once"
So we touched a little tongue
And instantly I wanted to

I lost my train of thought
And jumped aboard the Epping as
The doors were slowly closing on the world

I touched on and off [bad word] my arm up against yours
And still the inspector inspected me

The lady in the roof
Was living proof that nothing
Really ever is exactly as it seems
 [bad word] 

We caught the river boat downstream
And ended up beside a team
Of angry footballers

I fed the ducks some krill
Then we were sucked against our will
Into the [bad word] doors of the casino

We drank green margaritas
Danced with sweet senoritas
And we all went home as winners of a kind

You said "I guarantee we'll have more fun
Drink till the moon [bad word] the sun
And in the taxi home I’ll sing you a Triffids song"