Hugh Cornwell - Hot Head lyrics

When we met I thought that you'd take off and try to fly Then a man with giant lips began to catch your eye You were caught on a hook It was straight from a book Didn't listen to advice and started telling tales On the runway low on gas your engine starts to fail If you tried you could win Extra time take a spin Hot head I hear you're coming through Your ears are burning that's nothing new Hot head you're wearing no parachute! Knowing one or two up in the blue prepared me good First of all my favourite pilot in my neighbourhood Still in flight with her man Riding high understand Hot head I hear you're coming through Your ears are burning that's nothing new Hot head you're wearing no parachute!