Did the ironing in a cowboy hat

Felt as fresh as the paint in this new flat

I will never tell you what to do

Have ambition simply to see things through


Did you know I could be a lot of fun

I'm aware that friendship can die young

As the glow from the street light bled

Down the Langlands Road we set off the best of friends


I know where I stand

I don't need you to hold my hand


Well, I've tried to get along with you

I have asked myself “What are we gonna do?”

I'm coming round to take a stand

Going to put us together with glue or an elastic band


I know where I stand

I don't need you to hold my hand


I am softer than my face would suggest

At times like these I'm at my lowest ebb

Now I can confide in you

If I cry to set the mood oh please could you cry too


Happy New Year

You are my only vice

Happy New Year

What if we compromised?

Happy New Year

I am open


Do you have to wear a frown like that?

You could have hit me with a baseball bat


Do you want to? (Yes I do)

Do you have to? (So do you)

Do you want to? (So do you)