Текст песни
I'll tell you what you want to hear
Tell me where I'd like to go
Ask me where the summer went
That way maybe, I don't know
While my life's not in a rut
Every weekend I take flight
Given that today's the day
Presumably tonight must be the night
Accustomed though I am
Crying in the rain
What's the point of counting sheep
When by the time you get
To ten or 12, you're asleep?
You are my love, you are my life
It's emblazoned on my chest
Every time we have a row
I just keep it covered with a vest
You ask if I am anxious
How this will pan out
Let's just say, until it's foiled
Answer does I fear
Lie nowhere near the soil
And so the conversation with the flying plates begin
You see a pattern now emerging on a plate, she'll fling
It doesn't matter where it goes as long as it goes fast
You recognize your favorite China cup as it goes past
And was the Meissen so enticingly that I had to leave?
Surely, the fact it was a wedding present would ensure
It would remain secure
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Like to think within a year
We'll look back on this and laugh
Only problem is, it's clear
One year on's already what we've had
Accustomed though I am
To diamond-studded ears
Which by the way on men
As it's just in one
Look when done
Bent
And so the conversation with the flying plates continues
Using the yellow corner, flexing all her muscular vim
Throwing overhand or underhand, it makes no odds
Lovely bit of Royal Doulton heading for ye gods
And in the midst of all this carnage comes a sobering thought
Most of what has been destroyed can never be re-bought
Such a shame now in the morning as the maid comes in
On her morning stint