Marti Webb - Second Letter Home Lyrics
Mum, I know you'll think I'm pottyBut at last I think I've found himHe's young but he's matureAnd you will love him I can tellHe says one day we'll marryAnd I don't think I should rush himBut if he gets his skates onWe can have some kids as wellThere are lots of things I miss, mumNo-one makes a normal sandwichYou need Goliath's mouth to eatThe ones New Yorkers buyI long to find a drinkThat hasn't got an ice cube in itAnd for an English sausageI swear I would gladly dieAnyway, as I was sayingHe just can't sit still a minuteHe's not like Neville BraithwaiteThis one likes to dance all nightHe does a lot of travellingAnd when he goes I miss himFor once I think it's safe to sayI'm doing something right.