From Guadeloupe to Canteloup
The news out there is loop-the-loop
I never miss a single day
Not listening to what they say
The Balkans War, the Falklands War
The Moon Show to the Goon Show
But I got a sky rocket
We get to ride on it
We got the key
We live at number twenty three
And when Sunday comes
We'll laugh the day away
With a sequence of sequins
Attached to her waist
She will dance for me
Pour champagne on my face
With marble halls and parchment walls
You'd think the rich have got it all
But roaming round designer homes
You'll hear those rich designees moan
"The kitchen's crap, we need new taps
We'll have to move to Glasgow"
But I got a sky rocket
We get to ride on it
We got the key
We live at number twenty three
And when Sunday comes
We'll laugh the day away
With a sequence of sequins
Attached to her waist
She will dance for me
Pour champagne on my face
They rush up to the check-in queue
The people check in two by two
Cos there's a place that they belong
Except when they get there it's gone
So let's run home where we're alone
Hush Puppy and Sex Kitten
'Cause I got a sky rocket
We get to fly on it
We got the key
We live at number twenty three
And when Sunday comes
We'll laugh the day away
With a sequence of sequins
Attached to her waist
She will dance for me
Pour champagne on my face
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From Guadeloupe to Canteloup
The news out there is loop-the-loop
I never miss a single day
Not listening to what they say
The Balkans War, the Falklands War
The Moon Show to the Goon Show
But I got a sky rocket
We get to ride on it
We got the key
We live at number twenty three
And when Sunday comes
We'll laugh the day away
With a sequence of sequins
Attached to her waist
She will dance for me
Pour champagne on my face
With marble halls and parchment walls
You'd think the rich have got it all
But roaming round designer homes
You'll hear those rich designees moan
"The kitchen's crap, we need new taps
We'll have to move to Glasgow"
But I got a sky rocket
We get to ride on it
We got the key
We live at number twenty three
And when Sunday comes
We'll laugh the day away
With a sequence of sequins
Attached to her waist
She will dance for me
Pour champagne on my face
They rush up to the check-in queue
The people check in two by two
Cos there's a place that they belong
Except when they get there it's gone
So let's run home where we're alone
Hush Puppy and Sex Kitten
'Cause I got a sky rocket
We get to fly on it
We got the key
We live at number twenty three
And when Sunday comes
We'll laugh the day away
With a sequence of sequins
Attached to her waist
She will dance for me
Pour champagne on my face
The news out there is loop-the-loop
I never miss a single day
Not listening to what they say
The Balkans War, the Falklands War
The Moon Show to the Goon Show
But I got a sky rocket
We get to ride on it
We got the key
We live at number twenty three
And when Sunday comes
We'll laugh the day away
With a sequence of sequins
Attached to her waist
She will dance for me
Pour champagne on my face
With marble halls and parchment walls
You'd think the rich have got it all
But roaming round designer homes
You'll hear those rich designees moan
"The kitchen's crap, we need new taps
We'll have to move to Glasgow"
But I got a sky rocket
We get to ride on it
We got the key
We live at number twenty three
And when Sunday comes
We'll laugh the day away
With a sequence of sequins
Attached to her waist
She will dance for me
Pour champagne on my face
They rush up to the check-in queue
The people check in two by two
Cos there's a place that they belong
Except when they get there it's gone
So let's run home where we're alone
Hush Puppy and Sex Kitten
'Cause I got a sky rocket
We get to fly on it
We got the key
We live at number twenty three
And when Sunday comes
We'll laugh the day away
With a sequence of sequins
Attached to her waist
She will dance for me
Pour champagne on my face
Writer: Philip Harrison
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