Peter Gabriel, please come to gate nine: Sting has saved the rainforest and things are fine. Call your limousine and go back home. Your children need an angel on the telephone. You're always checking in and checking out The real world's inside your heart. Just let it out. We've had enough world music for a little while
And all the business suits walk by. They say plasticine and video guy And the world's not right, but it's right enough For you to do some lovin' stuff To your darling wife By the fireside.
And the British Airways girls, they sigh They say, "There goes that Phil Collins guy!" And if you stay at home tonight The world won't go right overnight There'll be songs left to write Tomorrow.
And don't you just love the sight Of the little cars with the orange light The moving walkways And the baggage reclaim Don't you wish that you could stay? Don't you wish that you could say You never thought of Kate Bush in a dirty way?
And all the business suits walk by. They say plasticine and video guy And the world's not right, but it's right enough For you to do some lovin' stuff To your darling wife By the fireside.
And the British Airways girls, they sigh They say, "There goes that Phil Collins guy!" And if you stay at home tonight The world won't go right overnight There'll be songs left to write Tomorrow. There'll be songs left to write TomorrowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.