Hits Of The Year Lyrics

	作词 : Difford, Tilbrook
	(difford/tilbrook)
	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
	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

	zuo ci : Difford, Tilbrook
	difford tilbrook
	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
	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

	zuò cí : Difford, Tilbrook
	difford tilbrook
	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
	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

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