Kieran Leonard - Lost Weekend lyrics

You wanted a lost weekend In New York, Paris or Southend So I booked us a first cla** flight But we stayed in the flat all night Cos we preferred the ambience And discussed our problems at length I said We should buy a Jackon Pollock You said Weve already got too much stuff And we jet-lagged ourselves For the good of our health Coming back from Sunday Flying right back into Monday Its getting light outside Youve been up all night So come and sit with me And listen to Nevermind My mind My mind Is a very strange place to be Like an award ceremony Sometime in 1973 Drinking Brandy Alexanders Enjoying fame and falling standards Well I think of all my friends And Id like to call them up But they have all been shot Badabadada badabadada Well whats a boy supposed to do? And we jet-lagged ourselves For the good of our health Coming back from Monday Flying right back into Sunday Its geting light outside Weve been here all night So come and sit with me And listen to Nevermind My mind My mind Is a very strange place to be Well I feel so much better When I have got a hangover I think Im going down