Lyrics

I think we would better tactfully put An end to the evening now A little kicking Over the traces goes A long way at this age And we were both bundled Up in nice tweeds and flannels What she needed she couldn't have For all I knew she was stone-deaf I said "front page" She heard "teenage" So I tried "read" But she heard "sweet" I think we would better tactfully put An end to the evening now A little kicking Over the traces goes A long way at this age And we were both bundled Up in nice tweeds and flannels What she needed she couldn't have For all I knew she was stone-deaf "There's a bag of Sweets floating Around somewhere Let me see, I really Had it with me When I visited The Grand Prix"