Oh now mama's in the kitchen now she's cooking up a mission
On which we all shall dine
But then another close encounter with a rugged meathead bouncer
Now my fate he shall decide
But I don't mind being on my own
Cause I can still fly on my own
Oh I'm wishing I could meet ya
Serenade away from Brighton beach where
Upon that cobbled shore I'll greet ya
Sail a create with you to Greece or anywhere
Now my last two pennies into the wishing well
Oh hoping it may fix you well
But I don't mind being on my own
Cause I can still fly on my own
No I don't mind being on my own
Cause I can still fly on my own
Oh para – ara – noia
Coming out of tension oh
So Becky Lou what would you say?
If I was another man
on another town in another planet oh
No I won't die here on my own
I don't mind being on my own

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