Nah, Phranc...
Phranc ain’t gonna like it, His mind’s gonna blow
Not the sad tune he wanted, From the 80s, oh no
It’s new & it’s fresh, Insults will be hurled
Step out from the past, To this knockabout world.
But keep your mind Open, Oh, Phranc say that you will
Give me a chance, To once more give you that thrill
I’m new & I’m fresh, Let your heart be unfurled,
Come back to me now, In my knockabout world...
Knockabout, knockabout, knockabout world.
You sit in that bedsit, Phranc you’re jaundiced, you’re pale
You cling to my old stuff, which now sounds very stale
So get with my new stuff, step out of dreamworld
To this new place, where I’m standing, Called my knockabout world
Knockabout, knockabout,
Knockabout, knockabout,
Join me in,
My knockabout world.