Here I am in AmsterdamI like it here they speak my language Even though it's not my own It's got B BC for comfort zone And best of all, it's got Marks and Spencer'sEquality for the masses never felt better Some of my dreams They may have come true But so have my nightmares Which I can't get through And now I've lost the power to speak And now I've lost the power to eat Idle and out of touch in EuropeNothing is gone and nothing is changed All that was before will still remain It's too late to learn a new currency Some of my dreams They may have come true But so have my nightmares Which I can't get through
Here I am in AmsterdamI like it here they speak my language Even though it's not my own It's got B BC for comfort zone And best of all, it's got Marks and Spencer'sEquality for the masses never felt better Some of my dreams They may have come true But so have my nightmares Which I can't get through And now I've lost the power to speak And now I've lost the power to eat Idle and out of touch in EuropeNothing is gone and nothing is changed All that was before will still remain It's too late to learn a new currency Some of my dreams They may have come true But so have my nightmares Which I can't get through
