Goodbye Mum, Goodbye Girls

Don't worry, Mum, I'll be OK
New York is safer then London
First thing I do is write to you
You promised you wouldn't cry
I've got my passport and make up
I don't thing there's anything I've missed, Mum
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'll 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 turna sarnies
Outside Barney's!

Can't say how long I'll be away
But I can't come to Ibiza
Donna and Sue I'll e-mail you
Dawn, you know that I will miss you too
Don't start to blub, you dozy tart
We'll stay in touch - cross my heart.