In Search Of Elusive Little Comets

Wah-woh wah-woh wah-woh this one's for dancing Wah-woh wah-woh wah-woh this one's for dancing Hands up in the suburbs if you want to be alone Need seconds to check it out But your temperamental feelings Can often leave you feeling like You need a dan

Change my socks* Like I change the letters, Girls with three syllable names, Are often so easy to shame, Turn my keys in the lock, Preferring to leave her in shock, So I don't have to explain, Joanna Joanna Joanna Joanna, Joanna Joanna Joanna Joanna,

this is a tale of a man of a boy of a girl of a wife, for putting your hands into trousers and knickers can destroy a life. tension grows, the signs of cavorting still cling to his clothes, tension mounts, he tells that platonic love never counts. ad

Economic downturn you can get a job Apologetic parents you can get a job Sometimes I'm feeling just like Cupid with a bow and arrow And I'm firing it at people who remain too shallow In the B R I T I say British Isles The streets are bleak, the kids

Oh language is dead, So she believes, I'm looking up, Socially bereaved, Just like Carlisle, She lies on the border, Disorder surrounds, Her every noun, One Night In October, The clocks go back, And she attacks me oh, Grabbing my left shoulder, Suspe