I’m in love with my wife
Double beds, the Lemonheads, scrambled eggs and life
Let’s make it open season on all the racists
And the bigots and their chums
And not just as a reason for a Christmas number one
CHORUS
We’re not the world
We don’t belong
We’re boy meets girl
Boy writes stupid song
The words are dumb and so’s the tune
Under the thumb
Over the moon
And if this sentimental silly love song makes you choke
You can block your ears up and stick your fingers down your throat
Because I don’t care it’s a beautiful morning
And if the sun shines sometimes…well…
CHORUS