Rosie Lyrics - Singles - Godley And Creme

Rosie, I wish that you were here 

I miss you so much 

Rosie, my dear 

Rosie, I miss the hell that we raised 

And the trails that we blazed 

I miss the other half of me 

My Rosie 

Rosie, we played our song to death 

Now the piano's out of tune 

And the singer's out of breath 

Rosie, do you love me still 

Rosie, my little daffodil 

I was a lanky private 

Who thought he knew it all 

Swept off his feet by a right Bobby Dazzler 

The RAF and the WREN 

Like old mother hens 

Strutting through our lives going..... 

Quack, quack, quack 

Private who? 

Quack, quack, quack 

He's no good for you 

Those were the years 

When beer was beer 

And you knew where you stood 

The laughing stock of the neighborhood 

Down at the local Palais 

Me and the lads were having a knees up 

I turns round to Harry 

What's that noise rattling the tea cups 

Better get your head down 

Sounds like another V.1. 

Everyone was screaming and shouting 

And making the most appalling noise 

So not unnaturally 

I popped out to see exactly what had happened 

Somebody said that the bomb 

Had missed the Palais by inches 

But had totally destroyed the next street 

The next street 

We live in the next street 

Rosie, Rosie 

Rosie, I wish you were here 

I miss you so much 

Rosie, my dear 

Rosie, do you love me still 

Rosie, my broken daffodil