Well I’ve got a really bad feeling about us* It’s like trying to stand up When you’ve been hit by a gust of wind I’ve spent so many years just hanging around Now it’s time to go back to my home town You know London is calling I don’t understand it But I’m on my way I don’t need a reason Feels like holiday season And I’m on my way Back to Blighty again Well I’ve got a really bad feeling about us It’s too hard to sort out It’s too hard to discuss I’ve spent so many years just traveling around Now it’s time to go back to my home town And what I wouldn’t do For a little bit of filthy weather (sometimes) What I wouldn’t give for a late ride In a black cab or a double-decker 'Cause I’ve got a really bad feeling about us It’s like trying to stand up When you’ve been hit by a gust of wind Well there’s so many things I don’t really understand It’s like trying to be a woman It’s like trying to be a good man! You know © 2000 Dog on the Bed Music (ASCAP)