Lyrics Lloyd Webber: Second Letter Home - Andrew Lloyd Webber, Sarah Brightman

Lloyd Webber: Second Letter Home

Mum, I know you’ll think I’m potty
But at last I think I’ve found him
He’s young, but he’s mature
He’s not at all like other men
Simon says one day we’ll marry
And we’ll have a dozen children
I said, «Well I’ll have two, love.
You can have the other ten.»
Mum, I’ve got this job at Antoine’s
That’s a salon on the west side
The clients love my accent
They all say «Gee, you’re neat!»
A shampoo’s called a rinse
And a blow dry something filthy
Outside the shop on Wednesdays
Three nuns tap dance in the street
There are lots of things I miss, Mum
No one makes a normal sandwich
You need Goliath’s mouth to eat the ones New Yorkers buy
I long to find a drink that hasn’t got an ice cube in it
And for a Wall’s pork sausage, I swear I would gladly die
Simon lives in Greenwich Village
That’s the trendy part of New York
He shares a loft with an attorney
With the unlikely name of Dwight
Dwight says he’ll get my green card
Unless you and Dad are Cuban
So if you haven’t lied, Mum
I ought to be all right