La la lala la la La la lala la lala la la la La la lala la la
Rain keeps falling, no one's calling I'll tell you straight, kid, I'm in a state, kid I've got the moogies, the dreaded bloogies It's raining. It's pouring. The old man's snoring.
A little sad in my head place, face A little grey coming through A little down in the mouth place, face Rain keeps falling, no one's calling
I'll tell you straight, kid, I'm in a state, kid I've got the moogies, the dreaded bloogies
La la lala la la La la lala la lala la la la La la lala la la
And it doesn't help when you're, when you're watching them floating by and you look at those litle mini skirts and little pink knees knocking away Wild hair lolloping about in the wind and those mad ear rings, the clown faces and that gear! They're hip-hugged and plastic-macked, goggled and helmetted, booted and spurred... Thank God I can control myself!
A little dream in my heart place, face A little scene tucked away in my memory A little girl and me went case, face Rain kept falling, she stopped calling
D'you think she's lonely and thinks about me I've got the moogies, the dreaded bloogies A little girl just walked by me, see A little smile in her eye - Here we go again A little rise in my blood rate, mate It's stopped raining, who's complaining? Goodbye moogies, bye bye bloogies
Oh, excuse me, sweetheart, er, my friend and I are having an argument He says you're a fashion model, I say you're a film star And as there's a few quid in it I wondered if... and oh, by the way are you Mrs. Um...?