Paroles: Gilbert O'Sullivan. Going Home.

I can really get a number
I can really get a folk
I can even get to titherland
But I wouldn't know the score
So before I go home

Well I'm talking like a little boy
I have nothing more to say
Except that when I feel like a girl
But I don't what to play

So I'm going home boys
I'm going to be good
I'm going to tell them other boys
That I rather think I should
That I rather think I should

I talk with to them like a
And need a cup of tea
And she's like company

So I'm talking to you
Tell me why I don't know
I dont know
I'm going home to cry

I'm talking like I wanted to
And I have to let through
I don't have to tell when to cook
I don't have to say I do
I only know that when I'm tired

Well I'm talking like a little boy
I don't have to tell you this
Well I'm leaving in the morning
And I'm going with the miss
Could have been a little lighter
A little of a dream
Going far to be seen