Why does it feel so fine to feel the sun on my burning skin? I look up and the world starts to sing Wigwam, big bang, sing-song, singalong, shamalanga-ding-dong, too long Hong Kong, big car, too far, la la, sha na na na na, sha na, sha na
It may be cold outside but on my face there’s a smile I can see a hole in the sky that’s as wide as a mile
Big wars, old bores, no doors, bus tours, wham bam, egg and ham, sham-a-lam-a-ramadan Oh no, bright star, wah wah, sha na na na sha na na na na Sha na na na na na na…