Two of Us

I Dig a Pygmy by Charles Hawtrey and the Deaf Aids Phase one, in which Doris gets her oats Two of us riding nowhere Spending someone's hard-earned pay You and me, Sunday driving Not arriving, on our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home Two of us sending postcards Writing letters on my wall You and me burning matches Lifting latches, on our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home You and I have memories Longer than the road That stretches out ahead Two of us wearing raincoats Standing solo in the sun You and me chasing paper Getting nowhere On our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home You and I have memories Longer than the road That stretches out ahead Two of us wearing raincoats Standing solo in the sun You and me, chasing paper Getting nowhere On our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home We're going home You better believe it Goodbye