This is the superb 'The New Matthew' song by Custard. I saved it from YouTube a while ago and it has since disappeared, so here it is again, folks.
This one's for you, Barn!
Lyrics:
From what I hear, we are lucky
We're surrounded
And we definitely are alone
In a corner of the galaxy
It's the Milky Way
And from here I can spy on and observe
The place where I was definitely born
Tell the truth
You never lie
And please make sure all the mica-mica phone is on
With you on the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday
Oh please stop crying
Now you're crying
I think your timing is possibly wrong
Never careful with money
But for money we could be careful
Alone with you
On the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday
With you Matthew
On the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday
We are blessed with electronics
But don't go swimming on your own
And you can't sleep here
'Cause we're living and we're dying
In the spaces by the side of the road
Tyre tracks and mud-caked footwear
Now we're lost and ve-ry, very, very far from home
With you
On the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday
With you, Matthew
On the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday
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