From the Mars Hotel

As I was walking round Grosvenor Square Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air From the other direction she was calling my eye (note 1) It could be an illusion, but I might as well try Might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells

Red and white, blue suede shoes, I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do? Gimme five, I'm still alive, ain't no luck, I learned to duck. Wave the flag, pop the bag, rock the boat, skin the goat. Wave that flag, wave it wide and high. I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I