Thinking lots of a pretty face
When we were young, such smashing days
We'd pass the time in such pleasant ways

Happy just to be living - oh yeah!
Too many summers controlled our heads
Had not a penny, we softly tread

We fall behind but we also lead them
Listened all the time to a singular band


Put our resources into one Apollo
We only had to wait and follow
Then swoop around like a possessed swallow

Thinking only of winning oh-oh-oh yeah!
And all the time defending ourselves
We brushed aside all the (f'ing) sea-shells

Charging-up like - mmmm - battery cells
Looking all the time for a singular band


(Piano)

You and me getting everywhere now

On the land and in the air now
Got no worries of getting there now
Consider what we're attempting-oh yeah!

And now we have lots of pretty clothes
Many friends and many foes
Looking wonderful but heaven knows

Who will want us
Who will want us
Now we're turning into singular band