Dusty

Written by: 
J. Martyn
1 Dec 1968

Nico, two-headed Cuban giant,
He's looking with all of his eyes
At the colours that fall through the chestnut-tree night,
'Cause tomorrow in London they rise.
And don't you know that I'm dusty, too,
Don't you know that I'm dusty through and through...

The candy floss lady is looking at me
Though she never has seen me before.
She knows that I'm selling, let her buy all she has
And then maybe come back for some more.
And don't you know that I'm dusty, too,
Don't you know that I'm dusty through and through...

Roundabouts roundabout all closing down,
And the men of the goldfish are gone.
The cars and the arms are all tired now,
And the lights on the grass are down.
And don't you know that I'm dusty, too,
Don't you know that I'm dusty through and through...

Nico, two-headed Cuban giant,
He's looking with all of his eyes
At the colours that fall through the chestnut-tree night,
Because tomorrow in London they rise.
And don't you know that I'm dusty, too,
Don't you know that I'm dusty through and through...

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