The Races

We're going to the races Having such a lovely time And we're going with your friends Why you going with your friends? Crack the bones in your back It feels so good to be back Why don't ya flex some more? Why don't you dance some more? You wanna talk about your friends First floor in the fete, oh yeah He wears a Union Jack He wants to take us all back He's coming over Wants to talk about the war The way he's going on You'd think he'd fought them off alone He's coming over He's a horrible man He'll never buy a drink But he'll let you know he can So singing La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la Oh, you're going to the races? Cruising down the telephone lines Gold buckle on your belt Go on, buckle up your belt He's in a buttoned-down shirt Spilling tea from the cup He's coming over And the runners are down The silks are the turf You know it's curtains for now He's coming over Won't stop talkin' about his house The way he's going on You'd think he built it all himself So singing La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la Well, I fear no evil And I feel no harm Well, you fear none either Well, I see no charm And I fear no evil And I feel no harm Well, you fear none either But I see no charm We don't want him on the farm He's coming over Yeah, you think you're nearly clear But he's not finished talking He's just coming up for air I'm glazing over The windows are aglow The fire's blazing nicely But there's nobody at home Still singing La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la Whoa, oh no, an iceberg The ship is unsinkable