Sunday morning here we are.
The boy's come home
not quite the movie star.He's been in Hollywood.
The boy's come home.
The boy's done good.He says she asked too high a price
neglecting to declare
what sits between them there on ice,
chilled, with the fizzy and the still:
he tried bud didn't make it there.'It's not for me
It's not for me'.
Sunday papers, here we are.
The boy's come home.
The boy's come home.
