["I Dig A Pygmy" by Charles Hawtrey and the Deaf Aids.
Phase one, in which Doris gets her oats.]
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone s
Hard earned pay
You and me Sunday driving
Not arriving
On our way back home
We re on our way home
We re on our way home
We re going home
Two of us sending postcards
Writing letters
On my wall
You and me burning matches
Lifting latches
On our way back home
We re on our way home
We re on our way home
We re going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing so low
In the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere
On our way back home
We re on our way home
We re on our way home
We re going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing so low
In the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere
On our way back home
We re on our way home
We re on our way home
We re going home
[We re going home,
you better believe it.
Goodbye.] [Gracias a frida4everyours por enviar esta letra]

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