Mash Mary name it.
What a ride what a ride.
You got me dizzy with that bullwhip.
We clutched each other, the walls closed in.
Don't bust my chops like Gungadin.
We're coming home now.
We're coming home now
Diggety dig
Diggety dig
The old zippo bang
Zippo bang
Is what it is
What it is
We got flip-flop rubber, gung-ho toys.
The mohair lockeroom pin-up boys.
Five years old, he loves the screen,
Kissing with tongues and margarine.
Fast and loose in.
Just one thing, fast and loose, in everything.
They sit around and laugh all day.
Make paree and draw their pay.
We're coming home now.
We're coming home now.
Diggety dig
Diggety dig
The old zippo bang
Zippo bang
Is what it is.
What it is.
We got flip-flop rubber, gung-ho toys.
The mohair lockeroom pin-up boys.
Pool's not in, but the patio's dry.
A shameful waste, we don't know why.
I can lift weights.
What the hell?
My little girl, just thinks I'm swell.
No back-slapping daddy-o.
Ran the caddy up to 9-0.
We're coming home now.
We're coming home now.
Diggety dig.
Diggety dig.
The old zippo bang
Zippo bang
Is what it is.
What it is.
We got flip-flop rubber, gung-ho toys.
The mohair lockeroom pin-up boys.
We're coming home now.
We're coming home now.
Diggety dig.
Diggety dig.
The old zippo bang
Zippo bang
Is what it is.
Is what it is.
We got flip-flop rubber, gung-ho toys.
The mohair lockeroom pin-up boys.
Adam Ant