( parfitt / bown )

Walking the tightrope
And losing my pole
I hang on by my teeth
One of those nights
It didn't feel too right
Gonna cry myself to sleep

Oh! what a night
Oh! what a flight it was
Oh! oh! what a night

No telephone news
And i'm missing you
I can't afford to phone
There's a thousand people
Using my room
But i never felt so alone

Oh! what a night
Oh! what a flight it was
Oh! oh! what a night

I picture your face
I keep on hearing your voice
I'm dying in the sheets
I daren't think too much
So i drink too much
I still can't get to sleep

Oh! what a night
Oh! what a flight it was
Oh! oh! what a night