(Tracy Jacks) works in civil service. (Tracy Jacks) it's steady employment. (Tracy Jacks) is a golfing fanatic. (Tracy Jacks) but his putt is erratic.
All those dirty words. (Jusqu'a la fin). They make us look so dumb. (En plein soleil). Been drinking far too much. (Jusqu'a la fin). And neither of us mean what we say.
And into the sea. Goes pretty England and me. Around the Bay of Biscay. And back for tea. . Hit traffic on the Dogger bank. Up the Thames to find a taxi rank.
You're taking the fun. Out of everything. Making me run. When I don't want to think. You're taking the fun. Out of everything. I don't want to think at all.
This is the next century. Where the universal's free. You can find it anywhere. Yes, the future's been sold. . Every night we're gone. And to karaoke songs.
In the early dawn the Bishop's men. Shivered in the damp. But the shiver came not from the cold. And spread throughout the camp. . The trembling horses sensed the fear.
I've been up three long days and we've covered a million miles. or so it seems. my face is cracking from all the fears and smiles,. my trials and all my dreams.