As Long as He Lies Perfectly Still Soft Machine

[Verse 1]
Here's a song for Clean Machine Kevin Majorca
He's found his own way of "live in Majorca"
Don't walk, don't drink, don't talk, just think
Heaven on earth, he'll get there soon

[Verse 2]
Kevin's highly unlikely to get ill
At least as long as he lies perfectly still
He eats brown rice and fish, how nice
Heaven on earth, he'll get there soon

[Verse 3]
Good and bad go so well together in his tunes
He'll write a song and call it the weather – or not
He's Lucky or Pozzo, Estragon and Vladimir
Waiting for something that's already there
Heaven on earth or is it the moon?

[Verse 4]
Why, why, why is he sleeping, why is the trumpeter weeping?
Kevin maybe asking to get back into my dreams
His voice is so weak now and the customers are screaming
Heavens above, we can't hear what you're saying

[Verse 5]
We've got something to tell you, hold on, we wanted to thrill you
Reckons it's so nice and it will make you feel better
Something in the nature of a Lullabye Letter
Kevin on earth, there'll be one