Bow bells say goodbye to the last train Over the river they all go again Out into leafy nowhere Hope someone's waiting out there For them
Cabbie has his mind on a fare to the sun He works nights but it's not much fun Picks up the london yo-yo's All on their own down soho Take me home
Other people wouldn't like to hear you If you said That these are the best days Of our lives Other people turn around and laugh at you If you said That these are the best days Of our lives
Trellick tower's been calling I know she'll leave me in the morning In hotel cells listening to dial tones Remote controls and cable moans In his drink he's talking Gets disconnected sleepwalking back home
Other people wouldn't like to hear you If you said That these are the best days Of our lives Other people turn around and laugh at you If you said That these are the best days Of our lives Other people break into a cold sweat If you said That these are the best days Of their lives
And other people turn around and laugh at you If you said That these are the best days Of our lives Of our lives
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