Happy New Year
Did the ironing in a cowboy hat
felt as fresh as the paint in this new flat
I will never tell you what to do
have ambition simply to see things through
Did you know I could be a lot of fun
I'm aware that friendship can die young
as the glow from the street light bled
down the Langlands Road we set off the best of friends
I know where I stand
I don't need you to hold my hand
Well, I've tried to get along with you
I have asked myself "What are we gonna do?"
I'm coming round to take a stand
going to put uFLYINE with glue or an elastic band
I know where I stand
I don't need you to hold my hand
I am softer than my face would suggest
at times like these I'm at my lowest ebb
now I can confide in you
if I cry to set the mood oh please could you cry too
Happy new year
you are my only vice
what if we compromised?
I am open
Do you have to wear a frown like that?
you could have hit me with a baseball bat
