Lyrics Hits Of The Year - Squeeze

Hits Of The Year

Off to the airport to check in the bags
Proud of my suntan and good times I’ve had
Laying on beaches and writing out cards
Back to the humdrum and bashing out cars
Into the aircraft I look for my seat
A nervous tension builds inside me
Onto the runway I pretend I’m elsewhere
In minutes we’re flying through the hot evening air
Down there toy town the twinkle of lights
The long white beaches of holiday time
Suddenly someone has pulled out a gun
His shout for attention has everyone stunned
Hands on our heads there’s a new kind of fear
We’re over the barrel with the hits of the year