October 87 in a South West London cul-du-sac
When mum had her hair like Cher, and those jackets with shoulder pads
Dad snorted the mortgage and the hurricane stole my cat
And my sister started hanging out with all these older lads
At school all I ever gave a crap about was Donkey-Kong and Thunder-Cats
I got jumped in my lunch break and hung up by my under-pants
And all this Peter-Pan ever wanted, was a Blue Peter badge
And my sister was conceived in a two-seater Jag

I'm sailing away, you can get me on the phone
Just put it away, I'm going to try this on my own
I've nothing to say
Please go away

Rewind to 1989
The time Dad packed up his suitcase
Meanwhile I super-glued my way through the egg and spoon race
And the first time I saw Mum cry was the night that Grandpa died
So I wrote to Jim'll Fix It but the bastard never replied
And I can remember eating sausage rolls with grated cheese and baked beans
My face inches away from the screen watching the A-Team
Sunday mornings just a day-dream all Snap Crackle and Pop
And the first place you could look for me was down on Fraggle-rock

I'm sailing away, you can get me on the phone
Just put it away, I'm going to try this on my own
I've nothing to say
Please go away