Wind it up
David Brown and George Smith

I pack up my grip. I carry my shoes
Abandon the ship, throw it all in the boot
I put down my foot. I make the tyres scream
Night after night I re-live the same dream

Wind it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over
Wind it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over

“ Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn”
He leaves her in tears. He just hears the door slam
It’s all right for Rhett – he’s not in a rut
But in real life no one ever shouts ‘cut’

Wind it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over
Wind it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over

In perfect shape, the going was soft
We pressed at the tape, we were first at the off
But don’t feel remorse, our pantomime horse
Failed on the jumps and won’t finish the course

Wind it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over
Wind it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over

We all know it’s a no-no
It’s time for us to go solo
Two lovebirds hatched an egg
It was a dodo

So lay out the corpse and order the hearse
This sow’s ear never did make a silk purse
Turn out the lights. Surrender the key
It’s the final curtain for you and for me

Wind it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over
Wind it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over

Wind it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over
Wind it up. Wind it up. We both know that it’s over