Lyrics

Get out of bed, pick up the phone Time to tell the press Say to myself, I can't do no-one else There's a whole world outside I'm gonna tell it all I'm gonna sell it all I'm gonna sell Get out of bed Come out and sing Blue skies ahead The man who told everything And I feel, like I'm losing my head I didn't mean to stay Lives have been wrecked, and I've picked up my cheque Catch a plane out of here I'm gonna get out of here I'm gonna get out of here I'm gonna sell Get out of bed Come out and sing Blue skies ahead The man who told everything