Stevie Two

When you want to phone, that airport is no Calabar, love is just a joke, a trail we all use, searching near and far, as life circles 'round us, Saints reveal their bones, they leave the door ajar, can't do passion alone, we don't need a feud, at some crowded bar, to know what to do, we won't drink alone, our heads going la la, we'll be right home, head for the blue, wave to our lucky star, have another few, not a very promising start, safe within some credit zone, what’s inside us nearly gone, now listen to your father.