I won't be long, I won't be long
I was laying down there on the London clouds
I won't be long, I won't be long
I was wandering while I'm wondering
What will we do there in the breech
Or when the sun comes through?
Where will you be when I'm all done, all chased away
All chased away? Anyway
I might be late, I might be late
I was laying down there in a Berlin park
I might be late, I might be late
Paris is calling me, Paris is calling me
What will you do there in the breech
Or when the sun comes through?
Where will you be when I'm all all done, all chased away
All chased away? Anyway
