Apricots

back in the eighties

the air smelled like roses

i flew my big black balloon

as an accountant, over the City

staring straight at the moon



then all my friends quit smoking

saying an ill wind had set in

none of us can win



i started drinking in City gymnasiums

hanging out with the guys

now all the streets are empty

no one calls I'm eating in

apricots from tins



get in the car

no

get in the car

no

look I said get in the car

i told you i'm not going

no

no

no

i'm not going

i won't get in the car

get in the car

no, i'm not going