[Verse 1] B E F# There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. B And there's a note on the telephone E F# Some roses on a tray. E F# B G#m And the motorway's stretching right out to us all, E F# As I pull on my old wings B F# G#m One white duck on your wall. D C#m Isn't it just too damn real? F# C#m E One white duck on your w-a-a-l-l. [Verse 2] B I'll catch a ride on your violin E F# Strung upon your bow. B And I'll float on your melody E F# Sing your chorus soft and low. E F# B G#m There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called. E F# B F# G#m You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall. D C#m Isn't it just too damn real? F# C#m E One white duck on your w-a-a-l-l. F# C#m E One duck on your w-a-a-l-l. [Verse 3] B E B So fly away Peter and fly away Paul B E F# From the finger-tip ledge of contentment. B E B The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls. E F# B And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all. [Verse 4] B E B Something must be wrong with me and my brain B E F# If I'm so patently unrewarding. B E B But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way E F# B And my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all. [Verse 5] B E B There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door. B E F# I'm available for consultation, B E B But remember your way in is also my way out, B E E B And love's four-letter word is no compensation. [Verse 6] B E B Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates B E F# So don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion. B E B Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays E F# B To be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion.