[EMMA]
Mum, I know you'll think I'm potty
But at last I think I've found him
He's young but he's mature
And you will love him, I can tell
He says one day we'll marry
And I don't think I should rush him
But if he gets his skates on
We can have some kids as well

There are lots of things I miss, mum
No one makes a normal sandwich
You need Goliath's mouth to eat
The ones New Yorkers buy
I long to find a drink
That hasn't got an ice cube in it
And for a sip of Tizer
I swear I would gladly die

He lives down in Greenwich Village
That's a trendy part of New York
He shares a loft with an attorney
With the unlikely name of Dwight
I know in Muswell Hill, mum
This might sound a bit peculiar
But down in Greenwich Village
This sort of thing's alright