Hits of The Year — текст песни (Squeeze)

(difford/tilbrook)



Off to the airport to check in the bags

Proud of my suntan and good times Ive had

Laying on beaches and writing out cards

Back to the humdrum and bashing out cars

Into the aircraft I look for my seat

A nervous tension builds inside me

Onto the runway I pretend Im elsewhere

In minutes were flying through the hot evening air

Down there toy town the twinkle of lights

The long white beaches of holiday time

Suddenly someone has pulled out a gun

His shout for attention has everyone stunned

Hands on our heads theres a new kind of fear

Were over the barrel with the hits of the year



Held up to ransom assured well be safe

The yellow ribbon comes out again

How many gods can there be in one sky

All so important and all so involved

Here on a trigger a disciple of fear

As we wait without knowing if were hits of the year