No perforation
In your thick skin
She's for leaving,
You're for fixin'
Party's over
Even in the kitchen
Take the taste away

You were winning
Till they changed ends
Said the drinker
To the bartend
No reputation left to defend
Broken hearts and bones
Talkin' on the telephone sayin'

Hey la la, hey la la
Hey would you,
Hey la la, hey la la
Hey could you
Hey la la, hey la la
If I ask you nicely, would you try

In the ship's hold
You were patient
For the verdict
Of the nation
Telephone vote, watch the animation
What will they say
Whose tune will they play, singin'

Hey la la, hey la la
Hey would you,
Hey la la, hey la la
Hey could you
Hey la la, hey la la
If I ask you nicely, would you try

Into the skew
No matter what we do
One day we might find
We've got left behind
You can run
And baby, you can hide
But one day you will find
That you've got left behind
You've got left behind

Hey la la, hey la la
Hey would you,
Hey la la, hey la la
Hey could you
Hey la la, hey la la
If I ask you nicely, would you try

Hey la la, hey la la

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Benjamin Joseph Ottewell, Ian Thomas Ball, Oliver James Peacock, Paul Blackburn, Thomas William Gray