Ginger Man

They say you're mad, mad as a hatter But I think you're right to call them names Lashings of desire and rivers of flames Silver tongue around the corner And everything comes to a head Sometimes it's hard to come by A stone-cold sober night I only went for a lark But I was taken You're deemed crazy for anything these days But they talk such drivel As I saw my wild oats And you think I don't care But not so... Sometimes it's hard to come by A stone-cold sober night I only went for a lark But I was taken