When you say goodbye I really want to know Everything you do and everyplace you go And did you take a regular supply Of those crazy little tampax with you It hurts me deep inside, it hurts me outside too I feel a little pardon and I feel a little used If you ever needed someone to polish up your shoes I'll be waiting, with my brush
I'd move to Italy with you if I had the money But 'til then I'll sit at home and read maps and go to pub Where the weather isn't sunny and the weather isn't bad Where the bellies look so happy but the faces look so sad But it doesn't really matter what's outside 'Cause I'm in here and he's in here And she's in here and they're in here We're all in here, we're all so glad
And in our own funny way we're all in Italy anyway Eating fancy pasta, climbing mountain ranges Drinking ice-cold lagers, living in Spanish castles We're all with you, in our thoughts In white ankle socks and pink Bermuda shorts I'll be with you, with you one day, we'll all be with you, with you one day One sunny beach, one sunny life, we're all glad for you But 'til then, we're all glad for you, I'm so glad
I am a man, and I have a tent, I have a ball and a bat I have a li-lo, I have a bucket I have a good, good, good pair of trunks I've got a good, good pair of trunks
Well here I am at the airport, with my passport I have a brain but only just, and we're all glad We're all so glad, I'm so glad, she's so glad, he's so glad You know how glad I am?