Round, round, get around, Lucy Brown There we were last night trying To remember each other's names I said, can I give you my number? 'Cause tomorrow I'll be on plane Couldn't find, couldn't find Couldn't find anywhere to write it down So I tore out a page from my passport And I give it to Lucy Brown Next morning I'm waiting at the gate Just thinking about the girl of my dreams On the plane I can't concentrate On the airline magazine 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 hours Are we ever gonna touch the ground? Made it on my way to Hong Kong Just thinking about Lucy Brown Lucy Brown, Lucy Brown Your love is driving me insane Oh, yeah, Lucy Brown, Lucy Brown I wish I didn't have to fly on this plane I'm waiting in the usual line So they can check out my unusual face I've got all my papers in order No bugs, no drugs, not a trace Even got a working visa in my passport stapled down Then a man in the customs uniform Looks of me with a Chinese frown They threw me out of the country For one little missing page Goin' back on the next flight out Can't think about acting my age 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 hours Are we ever gonna touch the ground? Maybe it will all be worth it If I get to see Lucy Brown, yeah Grab a cab and hurry home Wanna check my answer machine Open up the door and run to the phone There's a blinking light right on the screen Play back a message and hear her voice I'd be happy, but something's wrong Said she couldn't wait to see me again So she called the next fly to Hong Kong Lucy Brown, Lucy Brown Your love is driving me insane Oh, yeah, Lucy Brown, Lucy Brown I wish you didn't have to fly on the plane Lucy, yeah, Oh Lucy Brown Lucy, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah Lucy Brown, yeah