Three days and a bed for recovery Two years in a cell for a robbery Twenty-seven I have seen a funny dancing little dream rising shivers on my skin and flying up above my pillow Two hours with the summer rising mercury Fifteen minutes catching crickets from a rising tree Twenty-seven I have seen many summers on the screen, many fires burning clean boulevards from my window All you servants at the door, listen to your king Bow your head and be quiet as the emperor sings Twenty-seven I have seen both the devil and the Queen goin’ to heaven on a green brush stolen from my kitchen