Knebworth
Wonder what has happened
To the people from the Knebworth gig
Twenty years ago
Who would say?! who would know?!
Didn't see this coming
It's a shit storm and a freak show
Twenty years ago
Didn't care, didn't know
But you're still here
You're growing old with me
I know it wasn't always easy
No, it wasn't always fun
I could be a lazy plonker
I could be a mardy bum
But we made it from the backseat
To our pretty Christmas tree
Thank you, love,
For growing old with me
They don't show our movies
They are selling out CDs
All our favorite jokes
Are forced to land it seems
I'm hitting all the wrong notes
I'm struggling with the songs
Back when I had hair
I could do it all night long
But you're still here
You're growing old with me
I know it wasn't always easy
No, it wasn't always fun
I could be a lazy plonker
I could be a mardy bum
But we made it from the backseat
To our pretty Christmas tree
Thank you, love,
For growing old with me
This is all we ever wanted
This is all we really need
Even when we have to make do
With the wine instead of beer
So let us raise a glass to Friday
To the pension by the sea
And thank you, love,
For growing old with me
To the people from the Knebworth gig
Twenty years ago
Who would say?! who would know?!
Didn't see this coming
It's a shit storm and a freak show
Twenty years ago
Didn't care, didn't know
But you're still here
You're growing old with me
I know it wasn't always easy
No, it wasn't always fun
I could be a lazy plonker
I could be a mardy bum
But we made it from the backseat
To our pretty Christmas tree
Thank you, love,
For growing old with me
They don't show our movies
They are selling out CDs
All our favorite jokes
Are forced to land it seems
I'm hitting all the wrong notes
I'm struggling with the songs
Back when I had hair
I could do it all night long
But you're still here
You're growing old with me
I know it wasn't always easy
No, it wasn't always fun
I could be a lazy plonker
I could be a mardy bum
But we made it from the backseat
To our pretty Christmas tree
Thank you, love,
For growing old with me
This is all we ever wanted
This is all we really need
Even when we have to make do
With the wine instead of beer
So let us raise a glass to Friday
To the pension by the sea
And thank you, love,
For growing old with me
Credits
Writer(s): Josip Radic
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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