歌词
I think we would better tactfully put
An end to the evening now
A little kicking
Over the traces goes
A long way at this age
And we were both bundled
Up in nice tweeds and flannels
What she needed she couldn't have
For all I knew she was stone-deaf
I said "front page"
She heard "teenage"
So I tried "read"
But she heard "sweet"
I think we would better tactfully put
An end to the evening now
A little kicking
Over the traces goes
A long way at this age
And we were both bundled
Up in nice tweeds and flannels
What she needed she couldn't have
For all I knew she was stone-deaf
"There's a bag of
Sweets floating
Around somewhere
Let me see, I really
Had it with me
When I visited
The Grand Prix"
Written by: Elisabeth Esselink
