Текст песни: Suggs. Sing.

I'll meet in the French House, we'll bump into my mum
She'll be wearing orange kaftan, his flys will be undone
We're driking pink champagne, although it's going through the roof
And we'll scatter words to and fro across the truth
That we're all as sad as sadness, we're all as high as kites
On our way to madness, on a Soho ladies night
We'll sing songs of longing, I'll smoke a huge cigar
I'll take you in my arms and sing

Moving away from the French House like a drunken steam train
Red light, blue light, orange light, green
Down the middle of the street with an abstracted air
Wearing perfume du carbon monoxide
Past doors full of winos in the learing London lights
On our way to Madame Jo Jo's on a Soho ladies night
Now we've come this far there's no going back
Take me in your arms and sing

No one can stop my birds from singing, no one can stop my bells from ringing
No one can keep the scenes from shifting, no one can stop my sand from drifting
No one can stop my boat from rocking, no can make the scenes less shocking
No one can keep the world from spinning, take me in your arms and sing

No one can stop my birds from singing, no one can stop my bells from ringing
No one can keep the scenes from shifting, no one can stop my sand from drifting
No one can stop my boat from rocking, no can make the scenes less shocking
No one can keep the world from spinning, no one can stop this girl from singing