The last I heard of you,
You were somewhere on a cruise in the Mediterranean.
So, imagine my surprise to see you very much alive
In the English rain again.
And I can still recall wet afternoons,
When we were small and simply childish.
But you've created your own ghost
And the need you have is more than most to hide it.
Oh, Chameleon, you're stealing your way back into my eyes,
Beyond a shadow of a doubt, you're a devil, you're a devil in disguise.
Do you really change me, or am I going crazy?
Chameleon, Chameleon, Chameleon, you're free again my child.
I remember still
Those lazy summer days we'd kill out hunting danger,
And we were alien to all outsiders
We had no desire to talk to strangers.