My features form with a change in the weather We can, we can work it out My features form with a change in the weather We can, we can work it out When the wind blows, when the mothers talk When the wind blows When the wind blows, when the mothers talk When the wind blows, we can work it out It's not that you're not good enough It's just that we can make you better Given that you pay the price We can keep you young and tender Following the footsteps of a funeral pyre You were paid not to listen, now your house is on fire Wake me up when things get started When everything starts to happen My features form with a change in the weather We can, we can work it out My features form with a change in the weather We can, we can work it out When the wind blows, when the mothers talk When the wind blows When the wind blows, when the mothers talk When the wind blows, we can, only we can work it out Some of us are horrified, others never talk about it But when the weather starts to burn Then you'll know that you're in trouble Following the footsteps of a soldier girl It is time to put your clothes on and to face the world Don't you feel your luck is changing? When everything starts to happen Put your head right next to my heart The beat of the drum is the fear of the dark My features form with a change in the weather We can, we can work it out My features form with a change in the weather We can, we can work it out When the wind blows, when the mothers talk When the wind blows When the wind blows, when the mothers talk When the wind blows, we can, only we can work it out

Don't want to be a fat man People would think that I was just good fun, man Would rather be a thin man I am so glad to go on being one, man Too much to carry around with you No chance of finding a woman, who Will love you in the morning and all the nighttime too Don't want to be a fat man Have not the patience to ignore all that Hate to admit to myself I thought my problems came from being fat Won't waste my time feeling sorry for him I've seen the other side to being thin Roll us both down a mountain and I'm sure the fat man would win

Along the coast road, by the headland The early lights of winter glow I'll pour a cup to you, my darling And raise it up, say, "Cheerio"