Oh hey da da di da, di da da Well, I had the carburetor, baby, cleaned and checked With her line blown out she's hummin' like a turbojet Propped her up in the backyard on concrete blocks For a new clutch plate and a new set of shocks Took her down to the

And well, I think I've gone mad Isn't that so sad? And what a shame you've lost a brain that you never had Oh mum check the car it can’t have gone far I must have left it on a train or lost in a bar It’s likely in a Sainsbury’s Flirting with the girls

You wouldn't know love So now you're back So you had your fun And now you're coming around again Sure baby, I should let you in So you can let me down again Well it doesn't really matter What you say or do You can tell me that you love me

'Cause you're my home When you look into my eyes And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul It always comes as a surprise When I feel my withered roots begin to grow Well I never had a place That I could call my very own But that's all right my love When you

I sit and cry and sing the blues Oh, no one to depend on Oh, I've got no one to have fun with Since my baby's love had been done with Well, I don't know what to do Well, no one to call me sweet names And my heart is filled with pain Oh, I only think of

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

City of angels, city of stars She shine brightest stone on that boulevard She introduced me to Jackson Brown Convertible rode me all over that town She always carried a Polaroid camera She always had that cold act glamour Well, she moved out there to

na na na na na na na na na na na Well, I wrote my number down. I'd never wrote it down before. I was gonna bring over like something from a film but I didn't have the bottle at all. Well I had a look and you kept staring. Your head pairing up with mine

'Cause we can't keep holding on to grudges Stop asking why Why we had to waste so much time Well, we just pick up, pick up and start again Could it be that I've changed or did you? And if you wanna call me up or come over Like we did when we were kids

(He's calling) Well he sits up there on his leatherette Looks through pictures of the ones That he hasn't had yet When he thinks he wants a closer look He gets out his little black telephone book Come sit down here beside me honey Let's have a little