Here I sit in solemn repose br while some old bag looks down her nose br words echo around me br and I begin to snort and wheeze br like a bull ready to charge, br but I must be calm. br They talk in riddles br to confuse and fiddle br then I feel my good luck charm in my hand. br My aim is steady, br my shot is sure br and I return to my solemn repose, a br s the old bag looks cross-eyed br at my lucky charm stuck up her nose. br There is chaos everywhere br no one knows what to do, br I still sit in solemn repose br and the old bag is still cross-eyed br looking down her nose. br There is nothing they can do br and the case is dropped, wow, wow. br The old bag goes to hospital ho, ho br my lucky charm still up her nose. br The sun comes up in the morning br and I am still free as a bird. br Free as a bird, the word.