On my way home I met a girl It was a rainy day She looked perfectly pale So I invited her to my room She was a lovely rebel The noisy street that was time to leave Then we went to the sea To search for killer bees She didn't know why But she hit the sun With a plastic gun Time and tide wait for no man Haunted and said the turbaned man We must have shut his mouth and his eyes On the magic carpet ride On my way home I met a girl It was a rainy day She looked perfectly pale So I invited her to my room She was a lovely rebel Time and tide wait for no man Haunted and said the turbaned man We must have shut his mouth and his eyes On the magic carpet ride On my way home I met a girl It was a rainy day She looked perfectly pale So I invited her to my room She was a lovely rebel With a plastic gun She was a lovely rebel With a plastic gun