won t you help me please i m growing old a million years ago won t you help me sneeze i ve caught a cold another way to go just hold on tightly this show s on nightly they speak so very slow it gets so hard to follow slowly in the mist of captive eyes to carry you from home hansom cab again from dawn til dusk my power amphibious bride i ll just leave you here like this i m sure you won t be missed before this night is done these words won t seem so wrong but it can t be that bad back up in trinidad come down and see me soon when you get back from the moon1