You’re banging your drum
   You blow your own trumpet
   Your ship came in
   And your fanfare sunk it
   The tide has turned, our love’s gone forever
   I stand on the shore
   As it floats down the river
   I had such hopes
   I had such visions planned
   The frames were shot
   But now our future’s canned
   I had my hopes so high
   They fell right down
  
   I’m banging my head
   You watch without malice
   (You watch with no interest at all)
   I bet all your friends
   Compare this to “Dallas”
   (I might as well talk to a brick wall)
   So under the arm I feel the cold shoulder
   So I’ll once again
   Have to play the wild rover
  
   Do I need all this pressure
   Do I bury my temper