Party in the Blitz Songtext
von Pet Shop Boys
Party in the Blitz Songtext
Party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
There′s a party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
Party in the Blitz, keep going
Too many wild oats, need sowing
Cocktails at the Ritz, still mixing
I think a little drink, needs fixing
Mornington Crescent, a bomb fell last night
We're cleaning up the mess and still a little tight
Waiting for the firemen in the morning light
And then I think a drink
And there′s some poetry to write
As bombs were falling, I was trying to avoid
All the crashing bores that history's deployed
To try to reconcile us to the pointlessness of life
I wish that you were with me now
I wish I was your wife
Party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
There's a party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
Party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
There′s a party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
Party in the Blitz, more drinking
Losing everything, dick shrinking
Getting off your tits, who cares now?
Anyone who did, is dead now
It′s Sunday morning, I just realized
Church bells are ringing while the breakfasts are frying
We're hoping for the firemen to put out the blaze
And then I think a drink and there′s a party to arrange
As the bombs were falling, I was trying to explain existentialism
With the last of the champagne
I failed to reconcile us to the pointlessness of life
I wish that you were with me now
I wish I was your wife
Party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
There's a party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
Party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
There′s a party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
Party in the Blitz, more drinking
Losing everything, dick shrinking
Getting off your tits, who cares now?
Anyone who did is dead now
Party in the Blitz, keep going (party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz)
Too many wild oats, need sowing (party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz)
Cocktails at the Ritz, still mixing (party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz)
I think a little drink needs fixing (party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz)
There′s a party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
Party in the Blitz, keep going
Too many wild oats, need sowing
Cocktails at the Ritz, still mixing
I think a little drink, needs fixing
Mornington Crescent, a bomb fell last night
We're cleaning up the mess and still a little tight
Waiting for the firemen in the morning light
And then I think a drink
And there′s some poetry to write
As bombs were falling, I was trying to avoid
All the crashing bores that history's deployed
To try to reconcile us to the pointlessness of life
I wish that you were with me now
I wish I was your wife
Party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
There's a party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
Party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
There′s a party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
Party in the Blitz, more drinking
Losing everything, dick shrinking
Getting off your tits, who cares now?
Anyone who did, is dead now
It′s Sunday morning, I just realized
Church bells are ringing while the breakfasts are frying
We're hoping for the firemen to put out the blaze
And then I think a drink and there′s a party to arrange
As the bombs were falling, I was trying to explain existentialism
With the last of the champagne
I failed to reconcile us to the pointlessness of life
I wish that you were with me now
I wish I was your wife
Party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
There's a party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
Party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
There′s a party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz
Party in the Blitz, more drinking
Losing everything, dick shrinking
Getting off your tits, who cares now?
Anyone who did is dead now
Party in the Blitz, keep going (party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz)
Too many wild oats, need sowing (party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz)
Cocktails at the Ritz, still mixing (party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz)
I think a little drink needs fixing (party in the Blitz, in the Blitz, in the Blitz)
Writer(s): Neil Tennant, Christopher Lowe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
