Well Fancy That! Fun Boy Three

You took me to France
On the promise of teaching me French
We were told to assemble
To meet up at 10
I was 12 and naive
You planned out our route
I sat in your car
My suitcase in the boot
On the M1 and the A1
Until we reached Dover
Through passport control
You pulled your car over
On the liner, we stood on the deck
We left port
My first time abroad

A school trip to Fance
Well fancy that
A weekend away
To parle Français
Well fancy that

We found the hotel
Checked in to a room and unpacked
It had been a long day
You said "let's hit the sack"
As I changed
I could feel your eyes watching me
I crept into bed
You pretended to read
The lights went out
I fell asleep
Woke up with a shock
And your hands on me
I couldn't shout
I couldn't scream
Let me out
Let me dream
I turned onto my side
I laid there and cried