Two of us

['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

You and me 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

You better believe it

Good-bye]


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