Lyrics:
Get out of bed, pick up the phoneTime to tell the pressSay to myself, I can't do no-one elseThere's a whole world outsideI'm gonna tell it allI'm gonna sell it allI'm gonna sellGet out of bedCome out and singBlue skies aheadThe man who told everythingAnd I feel, like I'm losing my headI didn't mean to stayLives have been wrecked, and I've picked up my chequeCatch a plane out of hereI'm gonna get out of hereI'm gonna get out of hereI'm gonna sellGet out of bedCome out and singBlue skies aheadThe man who told everything