: England's dreaming, winter absent I take my books back, change my accent First in the library You queue up behind me, frost-bitten in french mittens
them, for they don't know right from wrong The truth will set you free, written down in this song And the song has the Cause of Death written in code
GROUP: AH, AH, AH, AH,AH, AH, AH AH, AH, AH, AH,AH, AH, AH BOB G.: That's our song. "Oh What A Night" "Se Souir el La". French. Number one in Paris
show, knowin' you haven't rehearsed The local record shop that stocks independent hip-hop And hits me on the celly when the latest jem drops I love piano