I won't be long, I won't be long I was layind down there on the London clouds I won't be long, I won't be long, I was wandering as I'm wondering What will we do there in the breech Or when the sun comes through ? Where will you be when I'm all done, all chased away All chased away ? ... anyway ...
I might be late, I might be late, I was laying down in a Berlin park, I might be late, I might be late, Paris is calling me, Paris is calling me, What will you do there in the breech Or when the sun comes through ? Where will you be when I'm all alone, all chased away, All chased away ? ...anyway ...