Going to Abroad Songtext
von Thermal and a Quarter

When we were young
She was always so far away
So frightfully expensive
Only the filthy rich and the lucky
Winner of some fixed-up lottery
Could visit and return
Exotic as the rings of Saturn
We′d gather round like pliant moons
Waiting for a tale or a boon
A trinket, a throwaway toy
Something special...
Going to a broad, for special favour
Going to a broad, can't get it at home
Going to a broad, your pocket is poorer
But she′s got the streets and the 'scrapers
Baby Guinness and those fried po-taters
Oh how we crave her love...
Crave her love!
Now we play rock n' roll
And she′s still the pin-up star


A model with the right assets
Still only the filthy rich and the lucky
Winner of some fixed-up lottery
Could go and play and bask for a while
In her indulgent smile
And if she deigns a pat on the back
Oh we are lost, alas and alack
What do we do
We′ve got to go
Going to a broad, for special favour
Going to a broad, can't get it at home
Going to a broad, your pocket is poorer
But she′s got the streets and the 'scrapers
Baby Guinness and those fried po-taters
Oh how we crave her love...
Crave her love!
Crave her love, crave her love
Crave her love, crave her love
Crave her love, crave her love
Got to, yes I′ve got to, go to abroad
Got to, yes I've got to, go to abroad
Got to, yes I′ve got to, go to abroad
Got to, yes I've got to, go to abroad