Seen it spinning round Out of all control Twinkle, drink’ll star Spinning out, spinning out There’s one to wash it down One to wash it out One for the Postman’s Park Spit him out, spit him out
Till he gets to the English coast To the place he loved the most Where the spinnakers on boats Are filling out, filling out, out, out Filling out, filling out, filling out
And we get to guessing games Where no one knows their names Guess no one’s going home Staying out, out, out staying out, staying out, staying out
What are we doing now, what are we doing now
Come on it’s going to get easier from now Come on it’s going to get easier somehow What are we doing now, what are we doing now What are we doing now, what are we doing now
The storm came and tore limbs from the trees Like a drowning whale And the thought of it brought us all down to our knees
What are we doing now, what are we doing now What are we doing now, what are we doing now
Spit it out, spit it out, spit it out, spit it out spit it out, out, outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
