Sold in the service station
I've got my golden ticket for my golden girl
What a situation
All these back driving's
Making my hair curl
In your 'do it all' world I'm like a baby
I'm like a crying child
Whose weeping by your window
Can you hear me?
Did you get my note?
We've got to beat the boat today

Fumbled conversations
Fucked up phone calls
10p's in the slot
And the fine frustration
When I'm shouting I love you
And you're just yelling "What?"
What have I got

Riding through the playground
With your slogans held up high
I'll find a brand new hobby horse
With eyes that won't run dry
Big boys don't cry
So what's my alibi

Six strings my vocation
Well I'm singing words
But I can't hear the tune
Of my own salvation
But I kiss you once
And I can shoot the moon
I'm like a six year old loon

Did you get my note?
Grab your coat
Did you get my note?
You've got to leap that mote
Did you get my note?
We've got to beat the boat today