I spend the night with Radio Luxembourg. Pop music crackles me to sleep. I
Tune the dial to Radio Luxembourg. It's better than counting sheep.
I wrote away to Radio Caroline. I need to hear your saddest reggae song.
And I'll wallow like a zombie in it. Tear up my Ipi Tombi ticket.
Let chocolate buttons limbo under my tongue.
I've never liked the taste of Lucozade. Another sip of hospital champagne.
Charge your glasses "Radio Luxembourg"
Get well soon. Get well soon. Get well soon.
Am I the only one tuned in to Luxembourg tonight? Do they only programme
Music to accompany my cough. Lousy words and drab percussion, fading in and
Out of Russian.
I haven't got the strength to turn it off.
Get well soon, get well soon.
Get well soon, get well soon.
Get well soon, get well soon.
208 - fabulous - 208
Fabulous - 208 - fabulous - 208
Contagious flu cold faint.
Contagious flu cold faint.
Contagious flu cold faint.
Contagious flu!
I'm getting better thanks to Luxembourg.
But I didn't stop to thank the radio.
Today when I was downstairs eating.
It's ever ready heart stopped beating.
Was it just coincidence, who knows?
Get well soon, get well soon.
Get well soon. Get well soon. Get well soon.
