If i said you had a beautiful thought
If my memory served me well
If I could store thyme in a bottle
I’d take it to the dimestore, what the hell

Life is what you make it
And I’d like to make it with you
Make of it what you will
Make the most before i change the will

Tide is high but i can cotton on
Turn your head and cough while i get it on
Turn all the lights off tonight
Despite the rumour mill, it’s gonna be alrite

Time leaves no room for the devil Chamberlain
Chambers of commerce are now in session
Let the bells ring out in auld blighty town
Its about time their clangers swung, thats what i reckon