We were both jolly when I first saw you.

You have a big party and the flashback starts:

Cardiff is where I'm standing in the Sunday air.

What are you doing with that new lover?

Who wears that pointless pinafore,

When I wear a moist dungarees,

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find

That what you're looking for is my sweaty neck.

So this is me flying,

Standing in front of you saying, "I didn't mean to run over you in my car!"

And I go back to Sunday all the time.

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but drinking beautifully,

Wishing I'd realised we were supposed to be together.

I'd go back to Sunday, turn around and do some dancing.

I go back to Sunday quite often.

Darling, let's do some skipping,

This love is hairy but it's sharp.

It's a love story, darling,

Just be my quiet pigeon.

We are never ever ever going to try dancing enjoyably together,

We are never ever ever going to try dancing enjoyably together,

You go talk to your boyfriend, talk to my doctor, talk to me,

But we are never ever ever ever going to try dancing enjoyably together,

Just skipping accidentally forever.

I didn't mean to run over you in my car darling, I didn't mean to run over you in my car.