words by Thomas Coffey
I may one day grow old
But I'll never grow up
If I keep rolling like The Stones
I might meet Kate Moss
And we can go out
Hang around the expensive clubs
I'd buy her a pie
Coz baby it ain't right
To be just skin and bones
Grey skies open up
And let me into the blue
Hey! I'm back
Kicking my heels again
If you drop your disguise
Then I'll drop mine
Kicking about in the sun
Ping back that rubber-band smile
Hey! Now!
C'mon yeah sing aloud
Hey! Now!
C'mon yeah join the crowd
Hey! Now
Put your hands together
I never wanna grow old
I'm Peter Pan
I want to live forever
I will busk here in the cold
Seven hours
A dollar ninety cents
And when I'm on the radio
I'll have no regrets
Thinking about all the times they said "Get a job"
Hey! Now!
It's getting old
