Текст песни Squeeze - Hits of The Year
Squeeze - Hits of The Year слова песни
(difford/tilbrook)Off to the airport to check in the bagsProud of my suntan and good times Ive hadLaying on beaches and writing out cardsBack to the humdrum and bashing out carsInto the aircraft I look for my seatA nervous tension builds inside meOnto the runway I pretend Im elsewhereIn minutes were flying through the hot evening airDown there toy town the twinkle of lightsThe long white beaches of holiday timeSuddenly someone has pulled out a gunHis shout for attention has everyone stunnedHands on our heads theres a new kind of fearWere over the barrel with the hits of the yearHeld up to ransom assured well be safeThe yellow ribbon comes out againHow many gods can there be in one skyAll so important and all so involvedHere on a trigger a disciple of fearAs we wait without knowing if were hits of the year