Trip - Go Away Lyrics

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October 87 in a South West London cul-du-sac

When mum had her hair like Cher, and those jackets with shoulder pads

Dad snorted the mortgage and the hurricane stole my cat

And my sister started hanging out with all these older lads

At school all I ever gave a crap about was Donkey-Kong and Thunder-Cats

I got jumped in my lunch break and hung up by my under-pants

And all this Peter-Pan ever wanted, was a Blue Peter badge

And my sister was conceived in a two-seater Jag

I'm sailing away, you can get me on the phone

Just put it away, I'm going to try this on my own

I've nothing to say

Please go away

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Rewind to 1989

The time Dad packed up his suitcase

Meanwhile I super-glued my way through the egg and spoon race

And the first time I saw Mum cry was the night that Grandpa died

So I wrote to Jim'll Fix It but the bastard never replied

And I can remember eating sausage rolls with grated cheese and baked beans

My face inches away from the screen watching the A-Team

Sunday mornings just a day-dream all Snap Crackle and Pop

And the first place you could look for me was down on Fraggle-rock

I'm sailing away, you can get me on the phone

Just put it away, I'm going to try this on my own

I've nothing to say

Please go away

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