What deaner was talking کے بول

The washing's out, it's hanging up And all I had is nothing Nothing to do, nothing to say I think I must be dreaming The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talking about? And I do not think I will ever return Again, my friend If I were king I'd wear a ring And never hurt my people I'd stay alert, and just to kill I might even slip you something The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talking about? And I do not think I will ever return Again, my friend The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talking about? And I do not think I will ever return Again, my friend I do not think I will ever return Again, my friend I do not think I will ever return Again, my friend