No need to talk it out
Around the walkabout
It takes your breath away
Takes it so far away

Nowhere we have to be
One for the company
Oh look, a runaway
A Roman holiday

We could trade places A B C
Cover the bases 1 2 3
I could be you and you'd be me
Go in, go out, go in, go out – yeah

Set the alarm for Fri, Sat, Sun
Beating the countdown, jump the gun
Paradise lost and look who won
Go in, go out, go in, go out – yeah

The bastard of the brood
Living in solitude
They threw it all away
And took a holiday

You ask so pretty please
To get ahead of me
Oh yes, oh probably
So much for subtlety
We could trade places A B C
Cover the bases 1 2 3
I could be you and you'd be me
Go in, go out, go in, go out – yeah

Set the alarm for Fri, Sat, Sun
Beating the countdown, jump the gun
Paradise lost and look who won
Go in, go out, go in, go out – yeah

If I had it my way, my way again
It would come in a spray
Make tomorrow today, today again
Make tomorrow today

If I had it my way, my way again
It would come in a spray
Make tomorrow today, today again
Make tomorrow today

We could trade places A B C
Cover the bases 1 2 3
I could be you and you'd be me
Go in, go out, go in, go out – yeah

Set the alarm for Fri, Sat, Sun
Beating the countdown, jump the gun
Paradise lost and look who won
Go in, go out, go in, go out – yeah