Lyrics Well Fancy That - Fun Boy Three

Well Fancy That

You took me to France
On the promise of teaching me French
We were told to assemble
To meet up at 10
I was 12 and naive
You planned out our route
I sat in your car
My suitcase in the boot
On the M1 and the A1
Until we reached Dover
Through passport control
You pulled your car over
On the liner, we stood on the deck
We left port
My first time abroad
A school trip to France
Well fancy that
A weekend away
To parle Français
Well fancy that
We found the hotel
Checked in to a room and unpacked
It had been a long day
You said «let's hit the sack»
As I changed
I could feel your eyes watching me
I crept into bed
You pretended to read
The lights went out
I fell asleep
Woke up with a shock
And your hands on me
I couldn’t shout
I couldn’t scream
Let me out
Let me dream
I turned onto my side
I laid there and cried
On my first night in France
Well fancy that
You terrified me
I just wanted to sleep
Well fancy that
Morning came
Light shone through
I left France
I arrived home
The hedge that you dragged me through
Led to a nervous breakdown
If I could have read
What was going on inside your head
I would have said
But I was blind
To your devious mind
There’s no excuse
For child abuse
And the scars that it leaves
Where do you draw the line
On school trips to France
Well fancy that
You had a good time
Turned sex into crime
Well fancy that