When I drift away, I think about those halcyon days
When we’d go to where the music plays
With our pills’n’thrills in our sugar-spun haze

Cut some rug, stamp our stubs
Sunshine cutting through the rain
A sweet taste out of your face
But its never gonna be the same

(But now) we’re playing a different game
We’ve jumped right on the gravy train

She’s cord-clad, cons on her feet
Hair so pretty, a smile so sweet
Pouts and sniggers in her mirror
Just how many will be falling at her feet

Cut some rug etc.

(But now) we’re playing a different game
We’ve jumped right on the gravy train
Too busy clutching our zimmer frames, to know its gone.

© Flint 1998

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