Fresh black tarmac Down our love Cul-De-Sac You’ll bring paperbacks I’ll do the soundtrack The streets turn yellow Everywhere that we go Commitment is blu-tac Down our love Cul-De-Sac I woke up in a sweat Remembering what I’d forget When I got a letter addressed to your silhouette I recognise your invite From your appalling handwriting And then the filthy white trainers you arrived in 5 years is a while To those rehearsing a smile So let’s go disco Like it’s going out of style The Heartbreakers is busy This WKD ain’t fizzy And in the chippy We both feel a bit dizzy…! (We’re all yearning for some learning!) Or at least we think (I just found all this spare time!) But lost my mind and my winks (We’re seeing where it goes!) But little do we know… It’s a dead-end road Fresh black tarmac Down our love Cul-De-Sac You’ll bring paperbacks I’ll do the soundtrack The streets turn yellow Everywhere that we go Commitment is blu-tac Down our love Cul-De-Sac Darling do you remember When I left in September That we were Never ever getting back together But now I’m ’Home for the Weekend’ and I think you just left your new boyfriend So why don’t we just pretend? Oh… (Oh!) Is your heart to fast or slow? (Oh!) Bring a broken heart to show and tell (Oh!) Is it way too much This is way too much, oh-wuh-oh! (We’re all cruising for a bruising!) But we don’t mind (Our past is written in the cars!) And we’re ignoring the signs We’re seeing where it goes But little do we know (Little do we know) Little do we know (Little do we know!) Little do we know (Little do we know!) Little do we know (Little do we know!) It’s a dead end road Cul-De-Sac (etc.) Oh…! Fresh black tarmac Down our love Cul-De-Sac You’ll bring paperbacks And I’ll do the soundtrack The streets turn yellow Everywhere that we go Commitment? That’s blu-tac! Down our love Cul-De-Sac! Cul-De-Sac