The Flying Pickets
I Got You Babe
They say we're young and we don't know
We won't find out until we're grown
Well I don't know if all that's true
'Cause you've got me, and baby I got you
Babe, I got you babe
I got you babe
They say our love won't pay the rent
Before it's earned
Our money's all been spent
I guess that's so, we don't have a pot
But at least I'm sure of all the things we got
Babe, I got you babe
I got you babe
I got flowers in the spring
I've got you to wear my ring
And when I'm sad, you're a clown
And if I get scared, you're always around
Don't let them say your hair's too long
'Cause I don't care
With you I can't go wrong
So put your little hand in mine
There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb
Babe, I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you to walk with me
I got you to talk with me
I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to hold me tight
I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you, I won't let go
I got you to love me so
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe...