Thinking it Down

Should the President-elect Elect to beckon in his debts Should the Westminster Gazette Collect a single cigarette Sparks a monumental blaze That works the fire brigade for days Takes the Chinatown in hand Covers Theatreland in sand Crimson buckets in the wings I will likely be here I will likely be here I will likely be here Thinking it down If the gales blow in from Wales And raise the Scotsman off its rails Or if Rafael Nadal diverts the K&A canal Floods the flats of Salisbury Plain And the Armada sails from Spain Trains its cannons on the town And we are all condemned to drown If someone doesn't save the day I will likely be here I will likely be here I will likely be here Thinking it down When the gutters run with butter From the fenders of the cars When the stratosphere is clear To hear the caterwauling stars You will know just where to find me By the sign above my door Says the man who used to change Will not be changing anymore So if you ever need to talk I will likely be here I will likely be here I will likely be here Thinking it down