Sitting by the window, she's sitting by the door
Her nose upon the window is cold
Nails upon the window breaking, nails upon the door
Looking through the window no more
No, no more, no more
Something fun, look dumb, put a stone in the musical window
She don't buy high time, disco, won't you leave me alone?
Down, she won't go, she can't fit through a typical door
No way-oh (No way-oh), no way-oh (No way-oh)
No way-oh (No way-oh), no way
We're going to America
We're gonna tell 'em about the NHS
When we get there, we'll all hang out
Sippin' 40s with Huck and Jim
Everywhere sham bohemians, Hello! Magazine bohemians
Terminal chancers who loathe
The privilege to loathe their privilege
The skin upon the custard is hard
Yes, it's hard
Flash some, you got some
Hangin' from a toe in a 10th-floor window
No pass out, no bar, there's no theoretical look down
There is no down, something's gone and you're missing it none
No way-oh (No way-oh), no way-oh (No way-oh)
No way-oh (No way-oh), no way
We're going to America
We're gonna tell 'em about the DSS
When we get there, we'll all hang out
Sippin' 40s with Huck and Jim, yeah
We're going to America, yeah
We're gonna tell 'em about the NHS
When we get there, we'll all hang out
Sippin' Buckie with the boys