Lyrics

The king is in the counting house, counting out his money The queen is in the parlour, eating bread and honey Me, I'm on that midnight flyer, flying down that track Heading out to wonderland, got a ticket there and back All the bells are ringing All the birds are singing Fundamental blues, fundamental blues for you Dame Fate is in the kitchen, cooking up some trouble Taking medication for the sin of seeing double God is in the details, hiding in the cracks Fixing up a miracle, doctoring the facts And all the bells are ringing All the birds are singing Fundamental blues, fundamental blues for you