Gold-Tipped Boots, Black Jacket And Tie

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 goldtipped boots, black jacket and tie.

Well, I've been second to none:
this horse was ready to run.
Now I'm hasbeen and used:
disarmed and defused
but I'm turning again.
And I'm turning again.
Yes, n' I'm turning again.
I'm turning again.
Wearing goldtipped boots, black jacket and tie.

I'm egg overeasy
and I'm washingup 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 goldtipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, I'm turning again.