@migu music@

We're going to the races

Having such a lovely time

And we're going with your friends

Why you going with your friends

Crack the bones in your back

It feels so good to be back

Why don't ya flex some more

Why don't you dance some more

You wanna talk about your friends

First floor in the fete oh yeah

He wears a Union Jack

He wants to take us all back

He's coming over

Wants to talk about the war

The way he's going on

You'd think he'd fought them off alone

He's coming over

He's a horrible man

He'll never buy a drink

But he'll let you know he can

So singing

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la

Oh you're going to the races

Cruising down the telephone lines

Gold buckle on your belt

Go on buckle up your belt

He's a buttoned-down shirt

Spilling tea from the cup

He's coming over

And the runners are down

The silks are the turf

You know it's curtains for now

He's coming over

Won't stop talking about his house

The way he's going on

You'd think he built it all himself

So singing

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la

Well I fear no evil

And I feel no harm

Well you fear none either

Well I see no charm

And I fear no evil

And I feel no harm

Well you fear none either

But I see no charm

We don't want him on the farm

He's coming over

Yeah you think you're nearly clear

But he's just not finished talking

He's just coming up for air

I'm glazing over

The windows are aglow

The fire's blazing nicely

But there's nobody at home

Still signing

La-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la

Whoa oh no an iceberg

The ship is unsinkable