Wind
it up
David Brown and George Smith
I pack up my grip. I carry my shoes
Abandon the ship, throw it all in the boot
I put down my foot. I make the tyres scream
Night after night I re-live the same dream
Wind it up. Wind
it up. We both know that it’s over
Wind it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over
“
Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn”
He leaves her in tears. He just hears the door slam
It’s all right for Rhett – he’s not in a
rut
But in real life no one ever shouts ‘cut’
Wind
it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over
Wind it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over
In
perfect shape, the going was soft
We pressed at the tape, we were first at the off
But don’t feel remorse, our pantomime horse
Failed on the jumps and won’t finish the course
Wind
it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over
Wind it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over
We
all know it’s a no-no
It’s time for us to go solo
Two lovebirds hatched an egg
It was a dodo
So lay out the corpse and order the
hearse
This sow’s ear never did make a silk purse
Turn out the lights. Surrender the key
It’s the final curtain for you and for me
Wind it up.
Wind it up. We both know that it’s over
Wind it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over
Wind
it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over
Wind it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over |