Lyrics Squeeze – Hits Of The Year
Text:
Off to the airport to check in the bags
Proud of my suntan and good times I’ve had
Laying on beaches and writing out cards
Back to the humdrum and bashing out cars
Into the aircraft I look for my seat
A nervous tension builds inside me
Onto the runway I pretend I’m elsewhere
In minutes we’re flying through the hot evening air
Down there toy town the twinkle of lights
The long white beaches of holiday time
Suddenly someone has pulled out a gun
His shout for attention has everyone stunned
Hands on our heads there’s a new kind of fear
We’re over the barrel with the hits of the year
A nervous tension builds inside me
Onto the runway I pretend I’m elsewhere
In minutes we’re flying through the hot evening air
Down there toy town the twinkle of lights
The long white beaches of holiday time
Suddenly someone has pulled out a gun
His shout for attention has everyone stunned
Hands on our heads there’s a new kind of fear
We’re over the barrel with the hits of the year
Held up to ransom assured we’ll be safe
The yellow ribbon comes out again
How many gods can there be in one sky
All so important and all so involved
Here on a trigger a disciple of fear
As we wait without knowing if we’re hits of the year
Album
Squeeze – Cosi Fan Tutti Frutti
Squeeze – The Fortnight Saga
Squeeze – Love’s A Four Letter Word
Squeeze – I Won’t Ever Go Drinking Again
Squeeze – Break My Heart
Squeeze – Hits Of The Year
Squeeze – Heartbreaking World
Squeeze – No Place Like Home
Squeeze – Last Time Forever
Squeeze – I Learnt How To Pray
Squeeze – King George Street
Squeeze – By Your Side
Squeeze – Big Beng