(I dig a Pygmy by Charles Hawtrey and Deaf Aids...Phase One
in which
Doris gets her oats)
Two
of us riding nowhere
Spending someone's
Hard earned pay
You and me Sunday driving
Not arriving
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
Two
of us sending postcards
Writing letters
On my wall
You and me burning matches
Lifting latches
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
You
and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Two
of us wearing raincoats
Standing so low
In the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
You
and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Two
of us wearing raincoats
Standing so low
In the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere
On our way back home
We're on our way home
We're on our way home
We're going home
We're
going home
Better believe it
Goodbye