Al Stewart — Four of a Kind

Come to Berlin, let yourself in I don't think there's a lock upon the door Play the [?] I don't think I can My zither doesn't slither any more All night long in a voluble way I listen to the radio it said Four of a kind Waiting silently for you With four of a kind Painting toenails into blue I had a word to the absurd Gnome who stood and laughed upon my lawn He shook his head, he looked half-dead I knew that he was inwardly quite torn Some romance in a cellular way Had tripped him and he fell upon his nose He's one of a kind Laughing wildly at the moon One of a kind Hope he goes away quite soon Viking feeling now this Viking healing There's a Viking kneeling at the flower bed Horns unveiling to the sky's he's wailing I suppose his sailing is a state of mind In a [?] way someone has to pay for all this Five of a kind - five of a kind Wander through the artichokes Five of a kind Maybe it will be the last