Intro: Up in the trees, down on the ground High in the hills, under the sea People playing low-key warm-up gigs Performing tasters from their new LP. We just got back from Greek isle Kos Didn’t see no Vicki Leandros We had a 96-track studio And it was haunted by a Red Indian. See what we’ve got in the pipeline The Edge said we could maybe buy-on Met him at prestigious Marquee Club Mixed a storming set by Vow Wow Vow Wow Wow Wow. Ooh-ooh-ooh he’s here again The man with the gaffer tape supplies We’ll blow the headline act away ‘Cos we’ve brought a coachload down with us. Whit Week malarkey on the prom Eyes down, look in - win beige headboard She’s got a green belt in astrology And I’ve got a black belt in No-can-do. My turn soon on Karaoke Girl nearby asks who I might be May be Boz Scaggs singing “Lido” Or, I might just up and leave. Just up and leave, just up and leave, just up and leave, just up and leave Just up and leave, just up and leave, just up and leave, just up and leave.