| Giddy And Gay |
|---|
| in the shabby tower, head down, sky bound, |
| corridors so cheap, barely stand |
| and clutching the music, so varied and sweet |
| half in tune, half complete. |
| in the harbour town, perfect, sunsets |
| people keep their yachts close at hand |
| the carparks are full of the giddy and gay |
| as the band slips away |
| all we need is something to sing, |
| to turn her simple head. |
| all we need is something to sing, |
| send us off to bed. |
| the carparks are full of the giddy and gay, |
| as the band slips away. |
