Prince of Players, Pawn of none
   Born with steel reins on the heart of the Sun
   Gypsy explorer of the New Jersey Heights
   Exalted companion of cocaine nights
  
   Cos he's a Dandy in the Underworld
   Dandy in the Underworld
   When will he come up for air,
   Will anybody ever care
  
   At an old eighteen exiled he was
   To the deserted kingdoms of a mythical Oz
   Distraction he wanted, to destruction he fell
   Now he forever stalks the ancient
   Mansions of hell
  
   Now his lovers have left him
   And his youth's ill spent
   He cries in the dungeons and tries to repent
   But change is a monster and changing is hard
   But he'll freeze away his summers in his
   Underground yard