Way before Wichita Lineman
We thought the juke-box was ours
Way before Desert Island Discs
We thought the juke-box was ours
Swaying on the sodden sticky carpets
Strumming away on our favourite air guitars
Playing fast to impress the young ladies
Straying past for all and sundry to see
He moved on and she moved on
They moved on and we moved on
Two nights running we saw them
Two nights
Sleeping on the air vents
Outside the two cities railway stations
Two nights
Screaming out that life is a Whole Lotta Love
