Two of Us 3.8 Songtext
von The Beatles

"I Dig a Pygmy" by Charles Hawtrey and the Deaf Aids
Phase one, in which Doris gets her oats

Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone′s hard-earned pay
You and me Sunday driving
Not arriving on our way back home

We're on our way home
We′re on our way home
We're going home

Two of us sending postcards
Writing letters on my wall
You and me burning matches
Lifting latches on our way back home

We're on our way home
We′re on our way home
We′re going home

You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead


Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing solo in the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere on our way back home

We're on our way home
We′re on our way home
We're going home

You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead

Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing solo in the sun
You and me chasing paper
Getting nowhere on our way back home

We′re on our way home
We're on our way home
We′re going home

We're going home

Better believe it
Goodbye