Well I'm thinking of wet streets
And pubs that glow gold
But a gun with a night sight
Is all that I hold
Don't you take any bets
On me getting old
And I'm dreaming of Swansea tonight
Yes and I'm dreaming of Swansea tonight
In Whitehall there's an MOD
Man altering facts
Whilst we crouch and study
The events of anthrax
Don't forget the Sierra
Is due it's road tax
And I'm dreaming of Swansea tonight
Yes and I'm dreaming of Swansea tonight
Yes and I'm dreaming of Swansea
Does the cistern still leak
And we've slept in these same
Bloody suits for a week
We're fluent and tutored
In military speak
But it seems like the sky's
Been on fire a week
And I want to cry out
In Swansea tonight
And the tabloid boys' own war
Of three Shredded Wheat
Doesn't write of our scared lads
When describing our feats
And I'd love to be with you
Just ironing the sheets
And hold you in Swansea tonight
Dreaming of Glasgow tonight
Dreaming of Streatham tonight
I'll be dreaming of Swansea tonight