There’s a siren moaning in the distance

‘Cause of a power overload

And you can’t get from anywhere to here

Because the river’s on the road

Down town there’s blue lights flashing

But up here we think we’re safe

Behind half a ton of iron gates

And we’re living on white wine and After Eights.

Johnny goes out for a breath of air

And get a bite to eat

Susie wants to hear the waves

And feel the sand beneath her feet

A wave picks up poor Susie

And carries her away

It’s a sad end to a perfect date

Meanwhile we’re living on white wine and After Eights.

One day I’m going to be Queen of the South

I can feel it in my bones

I’m stuck with this regal air

And I really don’t need to show it

So I won’t

We should be worrying about the state

Of planet Earth in these days

We should be guilty for the part

That you and I are playing

Half the people that ever lived

Are walking around today

The world gets warmer anyway

And we’re living on white wine and After Eights