SPIT IT OUT

Seen it spinning round

Out of all control
Twinkle, drink'll star
Spinning out, spinning out
There's one to wash it down
One to wash it out
One for the Postman's Park
Spit him out, spit him out
Till he gets to the English coast

To the place he loved the most
Where the spinnakers on boats
Are filling out, filling out
And we get to guessing games
Where no one knows their names
Guess no one's going home
Staying out, staying out
What are we doing now, what are we doing now
Come on it's going to get easier from now
Come on it's going to get easier somehow

What are we doing now, what are we doing now
The storm came and tore limbs from the trees
Like a drowning whale
And the thought of it brought us all down to our knees
What are we doing now, what are we doing now
Spit it out