Giddy And Gay - The High Llamas

in the shabby tower, head down, sky bound,

corridors so cheap, barely stand

and clutching the music, so varied and sweet

half in tune, half complete.

in the harbour town, perfect, sunsets

people keep their yachts close at hand

the carparks are full of the giddy and gay

as the band slips away

all we need is something to sing,

to turn her simple head.

all we need is something to sing,

send us off to bed.

the carparks are full of the giddy and gay,

as the band slips away.