Hunting a trace to the public pools
Followed by a dozen of skaters
They drag me down and they pull me through
And now I think I need a reanimator
Recovering fast I continue my way
Open the door of the building
Closing today, says the man in white
I turn around maybe they're filming
Slightly despaired as I kiss him goodbye
Sorry boy, but I should be leaving
Before I treat you the skating kind
I cast a spell and turn you into a beagle
Ain't losing hope cause there's still a chance
Beaching the local lido
I see four hundered grannys are drifting by
Over an area of five square meters
I feel treatment over me
This kind of treatment
And this is the end and so we go...