Sayonara Judge - Robyn Hitchcock

Losing my face, losing my friends

Losing my temper

Losing my place on the map

Losing my home

Losing my January

To December

But I’m twirling my cane

Out on my own

Sayonara, I’m a loser

But I’m walking on air

Losing my case, losing my form

Losing my tether

Losing my neighbourhood

My self-esteem

Losing my mind

I can’t keep it together

But together is not

All that it seems

Sayonara (sayonara) I’m a loser

But I’m walking on air

Uh-huh

Losing your trust, losing your love

Losing your number

Losing your praise, your rubber stamp

Losing your smile

I never danced

Not even a rhumba

But if i did

I’d be dancing in style

Sayonara, I’m a loser

But i’m walking on air

(air, uh-huh)

Goodbye judge

I won’t wait for the sentence

I know what you always wanted to do

Goodbye judge

Auf wiedersehn jury

I’m not sticking around

For any of you

Sayonara, I’m a loser

But i’m walking on air

(uh huh)

Walking on air

(yes, sir)

Walking on air

(air, uh huh)

(air, uh huh)

Goodbye teddy bear

(air, uh huh)

(air, uh huh)