Tekster:
Williams Robbie

I hope there's a golden age, I pray for my sanity Where we don't have to answer to anyone about anything This is not like the brochure, flying cars and

I was her, she was me We were one, we were free And if there's somebody calling me on She's the one If there's somebody calling me on She's the one We

God gave me the sunshine, then showed me my lifeline I was told it was all mine, then I got laid on the late line What a day, what a day and your Jesus

I walk into a room, I say, "How do you do?" They look at me and I look back at them I slip into a chair, they say, "Are you prepared?" I said, "I do not

I know I stand in line Until you think You have the time To spend an evening with me And if we go Someplace to dance I know that There's a chance

If I don't kick your back door in, Then no one will, your buzz is shit Without some weight and a wonky gate I'll bring my mates and we'll bounce it on

Is the Richard Gere Gerbil story true? Who came third in World War II? Did Sooty sleep with Sue? These things I think about When I'm out with you What

One eye on the shadows, protecting his fellows From sun up to the moon on his back Sent the villains to Hades, a hit with the ladies A stallion in the

, ROBBIE WILLIAMS!! Take care, byebye Robbie: MARK OWEN!! (after the song) Robbie: Mark, Mark, come and take a bow, don't get off, son! (Mark came out, took a bow with Robbie