Transcribed by Mark Dorset



[sample:]

A lemonade.





Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.





[Backing throughout the verses:] ba-ba-da ba-da ba-ba-ba-da...





Pass me the suitcase, baby. I know it's not that easy and

give me my mirror, love, just give me back my memories,

and oh, oh, how many years is it now Maurice?





Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

And, ooh, oh the clown's no good.





And I was half-asleep, and riding on a slow-coach, I

think I lose all these things still, meaning I'm not holy and, oh,

oh, your honey-dish, oh, it's on my list.





Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

And, ooh, oh the clown's no good.





Wish my heart's wish climbing out your window

for your savage amusement.

You put a spell over me, well,

smells like lemon flavour.





ba-ba-da ba-da ba-ba-ba-da...





Tuesday, if I had you back again you know I'm against the future.

Wednesday, I was a little girl (I was the little girl who'd like to snog your face.)

and ooh, oh, how many years is it now Maurice?





Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

And, ooh, oh the clown's no good.





Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

And, ooh, oh the clown