Floote Lyrics - Ned's Atomic Dustbin

Got to put paid to twenty-six winters 

Trying to make the most in bed with the shivers 

All the frustrations growing pains 

Gather us up in circle games 

When I get you see your lean, smooth, groove 

It gets me in a summer drool 

All I want to do, to tell the truth is get you in the swimming pool 

I'm happier, happier, happier in the sun