Go Away    October 87 in a South West London cul-du-sac   When mum had her hair like Cher, and those jackets with shoulder pads   Dad snorted the mortgage and the hurricane stole my cat   And my sister started hanging out with all these older lads   At school all I ever gave a crap about was Donkey-Kong and Thunder-Cats   I got jumped in my lunch break and hung up by my under-pants   And all this Peter-Pan ever wanted, was a Blue Peter badge   And my sister was conceived in a two-seater Jag    I’m sailing away, you can get me on the phone   Just put it away, I’m going to try this on my own   I’ve nothing to say   Please go away    Rewind to 1989   The time Dad packed up his suitcase   Meanwhile I super-glued my way through the egg and spoon race   And the first time I saw Mum cry was the night that Grandpa died   So I wrote to Jim'll Fix It but the bastard never replied   And I can remember eating sausage rolls with grated cheese and baked beans   My face inches away from the screen watching the A-Team   Sunday mornings just a day-dream all Snap Crackle and Pop   And the first place you could look for me was down on Fraggle-rock       I’m sailing away, you can get me on the phone   Just put it away, I’m going to try this on my own   I’ve nothing to say   Please go away    these lyrics are submitted by Cherie