Letras
Possible chance, storm, possible chance, gale
Welcome to Britain in the third Millennium
This is the diary of a Macedonian, Macedonian
He went to Britain in the back of a lorry
"Don't worry, don't worry, don't hurry."
Said the man with the plan
He said, "If you really wanna go, you'll get there in the end."
If you really wanna go, alive or dead my friend
Well, you can levitate you know,
Long as the money's good you're in
Or if you really wanna go,
You'll get there in the end
He had the wooly scarf of Shaktar Donetsk
Nay, the banner of freedom wrung around his neck
Inherited from his father
One of the Ukraine exiles of Yugoslavia
He said, "You'll get there in the end."
If you really wanna go, alive or dead my friend
Well, you can levitate you know,
Long as the money's good you're in
Or if you really wanna go,
You'll get there in the end
Yo-oh, he got a little postcard
Yo-oh, everybody got a dream
Yo-oh, he always got it with him
Yo-oh, it's of a nineteen twenty five
Red telephone box with Wembley in the background
Them twin tower vandal-aye
Will he find a two bar heater
Waiting for him in two rooms
Above the cut rate telephone anywhere place
He got off the train in Shadwell, disappeared without trace
He said, "You'll get there in the end."
If you really wanna go, alive or dead my friend
Well, you can levitate you know
Long as the money's good you're in
Or if you really wanna go, you'll get there in the end
Oiling the grinding city underside
Treating each flake of rust all over Humberside
You know a blocked generator
Could cut power to the city system
Well, you'll get there in the end
Alive or dead my friend
You'll get there in the end
Alive or dead my friend
If you really wanna go, you'll get there in the end