Spit It Out

Seen it spinning round Out of all control Twinkle, drink'll star Spinning out, spinning out There's one to wash it down One to wash it out One for the Postman's Park Spit him out, spit him out Till he gets to the English coast To the place he loved the most Where the spinnakers on boats Are filling out, filling out And we get to guessing games Where no one knows their names Guess no one's going home Staying out, staying out What are we doing now, what are we doing now Come on it's going to get easier from now Come on it's going to get easier somehow What are we doing now, what are we doing now The storm came and tore limbs from the trees Like a drowning whale And the thought of it brought us all down to our knees What are we doing now, what are we doing now Spit it out