Jubilee

Put on your necklace, put on your dress.
Pull on those tights on the legs that I like.
Polish your shoes, gloss up those lips.
Step to the beat and hang on my hips.

This jubilee won't you dance the night with me?

Because I love you, don't go.
Because I love you, don't go.
I need you, to hold.
I love you, don't go.

Sweep up the debris, the withered balloons.
The poppers the streamers that we let off too soon.
I saw your eyes roll, I heard you sigh.
I know the signs when you want to cry.

This jubilee won't you dance the night with me?

Because I love you, don't go.
Because I love you, don't go.
I need you, to hold.
I love you, don't go.

When I'm away from home, you crackle on the telephone.
You coo and you purr on the line, you make me quiver inside.
And when I touch down at Heathrow, I get in my car and I go.
Right through to Hammersmith town,
Battersea Bridge and then down,
Nine Elms and Kennington Lane,
The Old Kent Road, The Blackwell Tunnel approach,
And then North to your home.