The Lonely Hearts of England

Approval and affection, well they force you to perform
When you look at your reflection, does it make you feel warm?
Or does something hold you back, until someone holds you tight
Someone for a life-time, or maybe just a night

And I’ve tried and failed many times, I’ve rarely won
But I am a chatty bugger, yes I am my mother’s son
So I’ll try and find my finest shirt and show ‘em what I can
I’ve got various ambitions as an independent man

Does it make you start to question, is it better left unsaid?
With the power of suggestion there’s a stranger in your bed
Does it meet your expectation, does it ever guarantee?
Will the lonely hearts of England stand and raise a glass with me

With the girls all wearing dresses, and the fellas wearing shoes
Everything excessive, and everything to lose
When the bells ring out for two o’clock, it’s the measure of your night
You’ll either end-up frisky or you’ll end-up in a fight

Are you standing with your sweetheart, are you looking for a match?
Do you tell yourself in silence that you really are a catch?
When you step outside for a cigarette and you try to make her laugh
And then treat her to the doubles with the last of the overdraft

Just get another round in, we’re wasting precious time
No celibates, we’re celebrating living in our prime
Do you often sit and wonder, what happiness might be?
Will the lonely hearts of England stand and raise a glass with me

Old Father Time with his stacks of coins is propping-up the bar
He’s seen all kinds of faces, but he’s never been that far
He’s fragile and he’s bony, with skin as thin as silk
But he’d drink a pint of whiskey like you’d drink a pint of milk

When your song came on the jukebox, and you had to stand and jive
And it’s nine o’clock on a Friday night when you really come alive
Just lose your inhibitions, and forget about the truth
‘cause the one thing that you can’t get back is the freedom of your youth

And by twelve o’clock tomorrow, I doubt that we’ll recall
When the truth comes out and you start to shout and there’s nothing past these walls
And they’re snoozing by the telly if they choose to disagree
Will the lonely hearts of England stand and raise a glass with me

Have you spotted someone sexy, are you trying to catch their eye?
It’s a bloody expensive taxi if you stand around all shy
With a little introduction and a little bit of charm
You’ve a belly filled with butterflies and someone on your arm

I’ve told you many times before and I’ll tell you many more
You’re my greatest friend in the bloody world, and that is something sure
And I know I’ve never met you, but you’re such a bloody star
So let’s gather our possessions and we’ll find another bar

If it’s sunny or it’s snowing, it’s a ritual for life
If you’re looking for a girlfriend or you’re hiding from your wife
If you’re drinking on your pension, if you’re young and fancy free
Will the lonely hearts of England stand and raise a glass with me

Will the lonely hearts of England stand and raise a glass with me
Will the lonely hearts of England stand and raise a glass with me

43 Degrees

The sun sets on the evening, she's squinting in the light
Her heart is set on leaving, we're welcoming the night
She ties her hair up slowly with sadness in her eyes
"I'm sick to death of England, rainy summer skies"
I place my arm around her and wave away a frown
"Tonight I'm gonna take you out, we're tearing-up the town"
No need for flights or 43 Degrees
We don't have sandy beaches but it's gonna be a breeze

We're heading on a mission, her friends have come to meet her
Loosen inhibitions with another Margarita
Balearic beats within us and we're heading for the bars
You're never gonna stop us now, the weekend's come, its ours

'cause Friday night, and Saturday night, every night

All we want to do is get high, all we want to do is get high
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do is get high
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do

And the feeling is ecstatic, her troubles are beneath her
Through the ceiling, through the attic, to the soundtrack of Ibiza
I've never seen her move so much, you should have seen her
The weekend takes her out of touch, nothing comes between us

I place my arm around her, she's got me on my knees
Franco and Maria and it's 43 Degrees

'cause youth is standing on our side, we're never looking back
Another beat, another tide, another thrill, another track

'cause Friday night, and Saturday night, every night

All we want to do is get high, all we want to do is get high
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do is get high
All we want to do is get high, all we want to do

Friday night, and Saturday night, every night