Born Sugar - Sports Team

Oh boy, I’m feeling great!

The air evaporates, into the English blue

Out where the money speaks, into your ear so sweet

It’s like you’re pulled to it

The coast elaborates, oh

You’re not sailing straight

This yacht’s in need of a crew

Out where the money sleeps

The air so honey sweet

You’ll take a lick of the spoon

You say that you’re sick of the stress

So you’re leaving here on Monday, moving to the country

Blue skies rolling ahead, and the birds are always singing out for easy living

You’re in the money seats

Egyptian cotton sheets

You know they pay for this view

The Golden Watch Brigade

Don’t ever watch the game

Oh, no they’re waiting

Beyond the electric gates

The houses stand so straight

And gardens roll out on cue

Back in the valley there oh, with all your money and friends

Summer cuts you right through

You say that you’re sick of the stress

So you’re leaving here on Monday, moving to the country

Fresh air and a four poster bed and the birds are always singing out for easy

living

Red racing car, oh raise the bar!

Roll top, roll on through!

Red racing car, your ma' and pa'

You know, you know, you know they’re proud of you?!

Oh, you say that you’re sick of the stress

So you’re leaving here on Monday, moving to the country

Blue skies, rolling ahead and the birds are always singing out for easy living

Boo-hoo you’re not feeling your best

So you’re leaving here on Monday, moving to the country

Blue skies rolling ahead and the birds are always singing out for easy living