Swansea

Well I'm thinking of wet streets

And pubs that glow gold

But a gun with a night sight

Is all that I hold

Don't you take any bets

On me getting old


And I'm dreaming of Swansea tonight

Yes and I'm dreaming of Swansea tonight


In Whitehall there's an MOD

Man altering facts

Whilst we crouch and study

The events of anthrax

Don't forget the Sierra

Is due it's road tax


And I'm dreaming of Swansea tonight

Yes and I'm dreaming of Swansea tonight




Yes and I'm dreaming of Swansea

Does the cistern still leak

And we've slept in these same

Bloody suits for a week

We're fluent and tutored

In military speak

But it seems like the sky's

Been on fire a week

And I want to cry out

In Swansea tonight


And the tabloid boys' own war

Of three Shredded Wheat

Doesn't write of our scared lads

When describing our feats

And I'd love to be with you

Just ironing the sheets


And hold you in Swansea tonight

Dreaming of Glasgow tonight

Dreaming of Streatham tonight

I'll be dreaming of Swansea tonight