Wouldn't it be nice if we were older
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long
And wouldn't it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where we belong
You know its gonna make it that much better
When we can say goodnight and stay together
Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new
And after having spent the day together
Hold each other close the whole night through
Happy times together we've been spending
I wish that every kiss was neverending
Wouldn't it be nice
Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true
Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do
We could be married
And then we'd be happy
Wouldn't it be nice
You know it seems the more we talk about it
It only makes it worse to live without it
But lets talk about it
Wouldn't it be nice
Good night my baby
Sleep tight my baby
"I used to buy my chips from an oppressive chip shop regime.
The girl who worked there, she seemed happy,
But I knew it was not what it seemed.
"Do you want salt and vinegar"
was what they made her say,
But in the language of the ghetto,
That means "help, I'm a woman in chains"
I wanted to free her.
In my dreams I would see her.
Running naked through the woods round Rainham,
if I had some tigers I'd train them.....
to protect her,
from the sexual fascism that was lurking,
round the gherkins.
I'd lean across the counter and we would talk,
I carved her name "Debbie" on a little wooden fork.
But into the shop came a skinhead gang,
and snatched the fork from my hand.
Debbie, she looked at me,
to assert my masculinity.
I said "Oy!",
they said "What?",
I said "Nothing..." "
Originally posted by §P0oONY
"I used to buy my chips from an oppressive chip shop regime.
The girl who worked there, she seemed happy,
But I knew it was not what it seemed."Do you want salt and vinegar"
was what they made her say,
But in the language of the ghetto,
That means "help, I'm a woman in chains"I wanted to free her.
In my dreams I would see her.
Running naked through the woods round Rainham,
if I had some tigers I'd train them.....
to protect her,
from the sexual fascism that was lurking,
round the gherkins.I'd lean across the counter and we would talk,
I carved her name "Debbie" on a little wooden fork.
But into the shop came a skinhead gang,
and snatched the fork from my hand.Debbie, she looked at me,
to assert my masculinity.
I said "Oy!",
they said "What?",
I said "Nothing..." "
😂 😂
That's weird as a song....😕