I'm doing all right now
Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na
Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans
Because there ain't no
downtown.
Just listen to the rhythm of a gentle bossa nova
You'll be dancing with 'em too before the night is over
Happy again.
The lights are much brighter there
You
Red, red wine, it's up to you
All I can do I've done
Memories won't go, memories won't go
I'd have sworn that with time
Thoughts of you leave my head
I was wrong, now I
Heavens above. You are living in exile. I hope they treat you well (wherever it is). I cannot find that on the map. I shall relax, cook some haggis'n' neeps and have a glass of Oban smoky.