I'm banered and bruised. I got lines I can't use.
  My head won't deliver. Well, I'm sold down the river.
  But I'm turning again.
  Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.
  Well, I'm turning again.
  And I'm turning again.
  Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
  
  Well, I've been second to none:
  this horse was ready to run.
  Now I'm has-been and used:
  disarmed and de-fused
  but I'm turning again.
  And I'm turning again.
  Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.
  I'm turning again.
  Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
  
  I'm egg over-easy
  and I'm washing-up squeezy.
  Appliance for sale:
  fat wind in my sail
  and I'm turning again.
  Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.
  Well, I'm turning again.
  Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.
  Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
  Well, I'm turning again.