Lyrics & translations of The Housemartins

Mother, Father, I think that I would rather Stay at home with you for another year That building's so tall and it makes me feel so small That I might get lost and simply disappear Evil smiles won

We dig our models with the brains the size of models And cars that we can trust with out wives And we dig converstations with girls from every nation But not the ones that whisper or tell lies W