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Churchill Got his lucky number Tomorrow there's another Could be me, could be you A silver spoon Sticky teeth, they rot too soon You've got to have the best tunes Or that's it, you've blown it All we want is to be happy In our homes like happy families Be the man on the beach with the world at his feet Yes, it could be you The likely lads Are pickin' up the uglies Yesterday they were just puppies Beery slurs Now life's a blur, telly addicts You should see them at it, getting in a panic Will we be there, Trafalgar square? All we want is to be happy In our homes like happy families Be the man on the beach with the world at his feet Yes, it could be you Could be me Could be you Could be me Could be you Could be me Could be you Could be me Could be you Could be me Could be you Should be me Should be you But don't worry It's not your lucky number 'Cos tomorrow there's another Could be you, could be me All we want is to be happy In our homes like happy families Be the man on the beach with the world at his feet Yes, it could be you