Why does it feel so fine to feel the sun on my burning skin?
I look up and the world starts to sing
Wigwam, big bang, sing-song, singalong, shamalanga-ding-dong, too long
Hong Kong, big car, too far, la la, sha na na na na, sha na, sha na

It may be cold outside but on my face there’s a smile
I can see a hole in the sky that’s as wide as a mile

Big wars, old bores, no doors, bus tours, wham bam, egg and ham, sham-a-lam-a-ramadan
Oh no, bright star, wah wah, sha na na na sha na na na na
Sha na na na na na na, sha na na sha na na na na na, na na na na na, sha na na na na na na, sha na