Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Second Letter Home, artist - Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Date of issue: 31.12.1979
Song language: English
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 |
And you will love him I can tell |
He says one day we’ll marry |
And I don’t think I should rush him |
But if he gets his skates on |
We can have some kids as well |
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 an English sausage |
I swear I would gladly die |
Anyway, as I was saying |
He just can’t sit still a minute |
He’s not like Neville Braithwaite |
This one likes to dance all night |
He does a lot of travelling |
And when he goes I miss him |
For once I think it’s safe to say |
I’m doing something right. |