Thinking lots of a pretty face

When we were yong, such smashing days

We'd pass the time in such pleasant ways

Happy just to be Iiving-oh yeah!

Too many summers controlled our heads

Too many memories - so many dead

We fall behind but we also lead them

Listened all the time to a Singular Band



Put our resources into one Appollo

We only had to watch and follow

Then swoop around like a possessed swallow

Thinking only of winning – oh yeah!

And all the Iime defending ourselves

Brushed aside all the tempting sea-shells

Charging-up like battery cells

Looking all the time for a Singular Band



You and me getting everywhere now

on the land and in the air now

Got no worries of getting there now

(Consider what we're attempting-oh yeah!)

And now we have lots of pretty clothes

Many friends and many foes

Looking wonderful but heaven knows

Who will want us now we're turning into Singular band