Avenue

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

[backing throughout the verses:] ba-ba-da ba-da ba-ba-ba-da...

Pass me the suitcase, baby.
I know
It's not that easy and
Give me
My mirror, love,
Just give me
Back my memories,
And oh,
Oh, how many years
Is it now maurice?

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
And, ooh, oh the clown's no good.

And i was
Half-asleep, and
Riding
On a slow-coach, i
Think i
Lose all these things still,
Meaning
I'm not holy
And, oh,
Oh, your honey-dish,
Oh, it's on my list.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
And, ooh, oh the clown's no good.

Wish my heart's wish
Climbing out your window
For your savage amusement.
You put a spell over me, well,
Smells like lemon flavour.

Ba-ba-da ba-da ba-ba-ba-da...

Tuesday,
If i had you back again
You know
I'm against the
Future.
Wednesday,
I was a little girl
(i was the little girl who'd
Like to snog your face.)
And ooh,
Oh, how many years
Is it now maurice?

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
And, ooh, oh the clown's no good

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
And, ooh, oh the clown's no good
And, ooh, oh the clown's no good
And, ooh, oh the clown's no good
And, ooh, oh the clown's no good
And, ooh, oh the clown's no good
And, ooh, oh the clown's no good
(and then i shall go back to maurice.)