The Races

We're going to the races
Having such a lovely time
And we're going with your friends
Why you going with your friends?
Crack the bones in your back
It feels so good to be back
Why don't ya flex some more?
Why don't you dance some more?
You wanna talk about your friends
First floor in the fete, oh yeah
He wears a Union Jack
He wants to take us all back
He's coming over
Wants to talk about the war
The way he's going on
You'd think he'd fought them off alone
He's coming over
He's a horrible man
He'll never buy a drink
But he'll let you know he can

So signing
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

Oh, you're going to the races?
Cruising down the telephone lines
Gold buckle on your belt
Go on, buckle up your belt
He's a buttoned-down shirt
Spilling tea from the cup
He's coming over
And the runners are down
The silks are the turf
You know it's curtains for now
He's coming over
Want stop talk about his house
The way he's going on
You'd think he built it all himself

So signing
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

Well, I fear no evil
And I feel no harm
Well, you fear none either
Well, I see no charm
And I fear no evil
And I feel no harm
Well, you fear none either
But I see no charm
We don't want him on the farm

He's coming over
Yeah, you think you're nearly clear
But he's just not finished talking
He's just coming up for air
I'm glazing over
The windows are aglow
The fire's blazing nicely
But there's nobody at home

Still signing
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

Whoa, oh no, an iceberg
The ship is unsinkable