Well Fancy That! Songtext
von Fun Boy Three

You took me to France on the promise of teaching me French
We were told to assemble to meet up at ten
I was 12 and naive
You planned out our route
I sat in your car
My suitcase in the boot

On the M1 and the A1 until we reached Dover
Through passport control
You pulled your car over
On the liner, we stood on the deck
We left port, my first time abroad

A school trip to France
Well, fancy that
A weekend away
To Paris, Français
Well, fancy that


We found the hotel
Checked into a room and unpacked
It had been a long day
You said, "Let′s hit the sack"

As I changed, I could feel your eyes watching me
I crept into bed, you pretended to read
The lights went out, I fell asleep
Woke up with a shock and your hands on me

I couldn't shout
I couldn′t scream
Let me out
Let me dream
I turned onto my side
I laid there and cried

On my first night in France
Well, fancy that
You terrified me
I just wanted to sleep
Well, fancy that

Morning came
Light shone through
I left France
I arrived home


The hedge that you dragged me through
Led to a nervous breakdown
If I could have read what was going on inside your head
I would have said, but I was blind to your devious mind
There's no excuse for child abuse
And the scars that it leaves where do you draw the line

On school trips to France
Well, fancy that
You had a good time
Turned sex into crime
Well, fancy that