[I dig a Pygmy by Charles Hawtrey and the Deaf Aids... 
        Phase One in which Doris gets her oats.] 
      Two of us riding nowhere 
        Spending someone`s 
        Hard earned pay 
        Two of us Sunday driving 
        Not arriving 
        On our way back home 
        We`re on our way home 
        We`re on our way home 
        We`re going home 
      Two of us sending postcards 
        Writing letters 
        On my wall 
        You and me burning matches 
        Lifting latches 
        On our way back home 
        We`re on our way home 
        We`re on our way home 
        We`re going home 
      You and I have memories 
        Longer than the road that stretches out ahead 
      Two of us wearing raincoats 
        Standing so low 
        In the sun 
        You and me chasing paper 
        Getting nowhere 
        On our way back home 
        We`re on our way home 
        We`re on our way home 
        We`re going home 
      You and I have memories 
        Longer than the road that stretches out ahead 
      Two of us wearing raincoats 
        Standing so low 
        In the sun 
        You and me chasing paper 
        Getting nowhere 
        On our way back home 
        We`re on our way home 
        We`re on our way home 
        We`re going home 
      We`re going home 
        Better believe it