Small wonder you've not heard from her

She's gone nowback in england

She got spiritwill go farther

But she can't see the romance in the colour of your schemes

The colour of your schemes . . . oh

But you know and I that all girls are fly

And all men must die for their cars

Why blunder? there's no wonder

You've been feeling six foot under

Make it happenyou: it could happen

But don't forget to turn the light off if you're last to leave

If you're last to leave here

'cos you know and I that all girls are fly

And all men must die for their cars

And you know and I that all men are fly

And all girls must dieor something

To fade