Where are the runs in your stockings
The stockings are off and the kettle is on
The battle is won and the soldier is gone
Well they mugged him and they kicked him out
He wasn't dreaming of the 4x4
Of when the coffee cup says 2 of 2
And they think it's fair enough
Yes they think it's fair enough
Where are the guns in your glad rags
The nights grow longer when you skip the ads
Suspenders glowing down the folds of a forgotten pile of
Sad old babydolls
Sad old babydolls
Sad old babydolls
Sad old baby
Sad old baby
Sad old baby
Sad old babydolls
Where are the stunts and the somersaults
Where is the fun in de-icing the road
Haven't we got old and hard to get ahold of
Hold on
Where is the"Where is the answer what's the question"
Let's play a game of Reminiscence
I'll do the chords and the drumrolls darling if you wear your
Sad old babydolls
Sad old babydolls
Sad old babydolls
Sad old baby
Sad old baby
Sad old baby
Sad old babydolls
Why travel up the railway line when you can find love by chance while checking the time
Why live in the moment when you can bottle the sparks
You can even scrap the red eyes
Go on and get your end away
Before they turn round and fold up the day
Isn't this new world a turn on
It's all made in space and shipped in boxes
Please bake a file into one of your cakes
