Happy new yearDid the ironing in a cowboy hat
Felt as fresh as the paint in this new flat
I will never tell you what to do
Have ambition simply to see things throughDid you know I could be a lot of fun
I'm aware that friendship can die young
As the glow from the street light bled
Down the Langlands Road we set off the best of friendsI know where I stand
I don't need you to hold my hand
Well, I've tried to get along with you
I have asked myself âWhat are we gonna do?â
I'm coming round to take a stand
Going to put us together with glue or an elastic bandI know where I stand
I don't need you to hold my handI am softer than my face would suggest
At times like these I'm at my lowest ebb
Now I can confide in you
If I cry to set the mood oh please could you cry tooHappy New Year
You are my only vice
Happy New Year
What if we compromised?
Happy New Year
I am open
Do you have to wear a frown like that?
You could have hit me with a baseball batDo you want to? (Yes I do)
Do you have to? (So do you)
Do you want to? (So do you)
