Goodbye Mum, Goodbye Girls

Don’t worry mum, I’ll be okay
New York is safer than London
First thing I’ll do is write to you
You promised you wouldn’t cry
I’ve got my passport and make up
I don’t think there’s anything I’d miss mum
Oh, where’s that list mum?
You take good care
Don’t be so daft
You’re gonna smudge your mascara
I’ll be alright
Go out tonight
It will do you good to have some fun
Here, have a kleenex, dry your eyes
You know I don’t do goodbyes
I’m sorry girls, I won’t be there
This friday night down at Whispers
On friday night I think I might be skating in Central Park
I might be sipping a cocktail
Or maybe eating my tuna salad outside Barneys
Can’t say how long I’ll be away
But I can come to
Don´t worry Sue, I’ll e-mail you
Don’t you know that I will miss you too
Don’t start to blab you dousy tart
We’ll stay in touch
Cross my heart