Deck Chairs

 Bunking The late night train

From Peckham Rye to Sutton again

Honey Oh yeah they were the days 

Working late but just a phase.

It would never take Me too long

to break the law and all go wrong

Many a time I was all alone

Midnight in the fall out zone



Trouble was always waiting for me

Bailed out again hopefully

Driving around in a stolen car

It fell to pieces so didn't get far

Was it me searching for the key

to belong somewhere to just be free



One Day we will be Millionaires

Sitting on the beach in deck chairs

Down pours and misery We will leave behind

Onwards and upwards well bathe in sunshine

Dreamers live within themselves

Sitting and hoping up on a shelf

No one will ever see the real you

Its like living a lie just getting through

How many real friends shared there roof

Not too many to tell the truth

Trying to keep warm while in a phone booth

No place to call My real Home

There was no where to sleep No Pleasure Dome

Sleeping in a burnt out car

was the nearest I got to a Jaguar

I didn't ever stop to contemplate

Living off my wits and trusting to fate

If there was ever a time that I felt fine

It was after a Bottle of Thunderbird Wine

Being in love helped Me avoid The Blues

Kept me calm never blowing a Fuse


One Day we will be Millionaires

Sitting on the beach in deck chairs

Down pours and misery We will leave behind

Onwards and upwards well bathe in sunshine

Spending time away from My girl

 Working real hard in a lonesome world

Working Two shifts never making home

I was used to heartbreak and being alone

One day I will settle down

and maybe have some friends around

To catch up on old times and let it be said

Relax and enjoy cuz were a long time dead

One Day we will be Millionaires

Sitting on the beach in deck chairs

Down pours and misery We will leave behind

Onwards and upwards well bathe in sunshine

I am still lonesome not doing no wrong

Just wishing and hoping I hear a great song

One that reminds me of those hard graft days

When Working late was just a phase

Turn the lights down honey lets relax

To a seventies band and those favorite tracks

I'll put My arm around your waist and pull You close

Dance to the Records we love the most

lets talk over old times like were still there.

One Day we will be Millionaires

Sitting on the beach in deck chairs