If there was anywhere else I could be
I’d be with Burt Bacharach’s family
They could cut me a key
What a life for me
What a life for me
The Bacharach plane in the sky
People say it’s not, they sigh
The rest of us are wondering why
They are telling a lie
They are telling a lie
Burt’s holiday in Ecuador
Windows open, doors ajar
In the garage is parked a car
Whisky from the bar
Whisky from the bar
If there was anywhere else I could be
I’d be with Burt Bacharch’s family
They could cut me a key
What a life for me
What a life for me
What a life for me
Burt Bacharach’s family.
