Here comes Skippy carrying his pool cue, Into the chippy fresh from the dole queue. Good days he's finally got some work. He's a good looking fella and it says so on his new t-shirt. There goes Betty off to the bingo, Hope she gets a sweaty oh she knows the lingo. Eyes down no more smokey lights. With a snowball in her bag she's going out tonight. Chorus: These are times of transition. Everybody's on a mission. We're living in a big museum growing further apart. But we are all individual works of art. Skippy spies Betty buying a bacardi, Sneaks up like a yeti invites her to a party. All night he's laying on the charm. And she knows she wants to go but she thinks she'll let him twist her arm. [Chorus] Skippy and Betty have two things in common, One they're going steady, two they've never been on a jet plane but that's About to change. The credit union have sent them on a holiday. [Chorus]