Happy New Year

Did 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 through

Did 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 friends

I 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 "What are we gonna do?"
I'm coming round to take a stand
going to put us together with glue or an elastic band

I know Where I stand
I don't need you to hold my hand

I 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 too

Happy new year
you are my only vice
what if we compromised?
I am open

Do you have to wear a frown like that?
you could have hit me with a baseball bat

Do you want to? (yes I do)
Do you have to? (So do you)
Do you want to? (So do you)