Oh! Take me back to dear old Blighty,. Put me on the train for London Town,. Take me anywhere,. Drop me anywhere,. Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham. But I don't care,.
The boy with the thorn in his side. Behind the hatred there lies. A murderous desire for love. How can they look into my eyes. And still they don't believe me?.
The boy with the thorn in his side. Behind the hatred there lies. A murderous desire for love, love. How can they look into my eyes. And still they don't believe me?.