Here comes Skippy carrying his pool cue,
Into the chippy fresh from the dole queue.
Good days he's finally got some work.
He's a good looking fella and it says so on his new t-shirt.

There goes Betty off to the bingo,
Hope she gets a sweaty oh she knows the lingo.
Eyes down no more smokey lights.
With a snowball in her bag she's going out tonight.

These are times of transition.
Everybody's on a mission.
We're living in a big museum growing further apart.
But we are all individual works of art.

Skippy spies Betty buying a bacardi,
Sneaks up like a yeti invites her to a party.
All night he's laying on the charm.
And she knows she wants to go but she thinks she'll let him twist her arm.


Skippy and Betty have two things in common,
One they're going steady, two they've never been on a jet plane but that's
About to change.
The credit union have sent them on a holiday.

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