| We’re going to the races
|
| Having such a lovely time
|
| And we’re going with your friends
|
| Why you going with your friends?
|
| Crack the bones in your back
|
| It feels so good to be back
|
| Why don’t ya flex some more?
|
| Why don’t you dance some more?
|
| You wanna talk about your friends
|
| First floor in the fete, oh yeah
|
| He wears a Union Jack
|
| He wants to take us all back
|
| He’s coming over
|
| Wants to talk about the war
|
| The way he’s going on
|
| You’d think he’d fought them off alone
|
| He’s coming over
|
| He’s a horrible man
|
| He’ll never buy a drink
|
| But he’ll let you know he can
|
| So singing
|
| La-la-la-la-la-la-la
|
| La-la-la-la-la-la
|
| Oh, you’re going to the races?
|
| Cruising down the telephone lines
|
| Gold buckle on your belt
|
| Go on, buckle up your belt
|
| He’s a buttoned-down shirt
|
| Spilling tea from the cup
|
| He’s coming over
|
| And the runners are down
|
| The silks are the turf
|
| You know it’s curtains for now
|
| He’s coming over
|
| Won’t stop talking about his house
|
| The way he’s going on
|
| You’d think he built it all himself
|
| So singing
|
| La-la-la-la-la-la-la
|
| La-la-la-la-la-la
|
| Well, I fear no evil
|
| And I feel no harm
|
| Well, you fear none either
|
| Well, I see no charm
|
| And I fear no evil
|
| And I feel no harm
|
| Well, you fear none either
|
| But I see no charm
|
| We don’t want him on the farm
|
| He’s coming over
|
| Yeah, you think you’re nearly clear
|
| But he’s just not finished talking
|
| He’s just coming up for air
|
| I’m glazing over
|
| The windows are aglow
|
| The fire’s blazing nicely
|
| But there’s nobody at home
|
| Still signing
|
| La-la-la-la-la-la
|
| La-la-la-la-la-la
|
| La-la-la-la-la-la
|
| Whoa, oh no, an iceberg
|
| The ship is unsinkable |