I Dig a Pygmy by Charles Hawtrey and the Deaf Aids
Phase one, in which Doris gets her oats
Two of us riding nowhere, spending someones
Hard earned pay
You and me Sunday driving, not arriving
On our way back home
Were on our way home
Were on our way home
Were going home
Two of us sending postcards, writing letters
On my wall
You and me burning matches, lifting latches
On our way back home
Were on our way home
Were on our way home
Were going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Two of us wearing raincoats, standing solo
In the sun
You and me chasing paper, getting nowhere
On our way back home
Were on our way home
Were on our way home
Were going home
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Two of us wearing raincoats, standing solo
In the sun
You and me chasing paper, getting nowhere
On our way back home
Were on our way home
Were on our way home
Were going home
Were going home
Better believe it
Goodbye