White Wine in the Sun by Tim Michin.
And you, my baby girl
My jetlagged infant daughter
You’ll be handed round the room
Like a puppy at a primary school
And you won’t understand
But you will learn someday
That wherever you are and whatever you face
These are the people who’ll make you feel safe in this world
My sweet blue-eyed girl
And if my baby girl
When you’re twenty-one or thirty-one
And Christmas comes around
And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home
You’ll know what ever comes
Your brothers and sisters and me and your Mum
Will be waiting for you in the sun
Whenever you come
The Vaccines - I Always Knew
Merrily, merrily I dance and rhyme,Spinning, spinning, out of timeThe good Queen cannot be a winnerAnd I will eat baby for dinner!There’s no way she can win the game:For Rumpelstiltzkin is my name!”’
Harlem Shake (Peanuts Edition)
Mumford & Sons - England
“We must be somewhere in London. We must be loving our lives in the rain. We must be somewhere in London, Walking Abbey Lane.”
