Happy New Year - ABBA+3

No more champagne, and the fireworks are through,

here we are, me and you feeling lost and feeling blue.

It's the end of the party, and the morning seems so gray..

so unlike yesterday, now's the time for us to say..

Sometimes I see how the brave new world arrives,

and I see how it thrives in the ashes of our lives.

Oh, yes, man is a fool and he thinks he'll be OK,

dragging on (ooo) feet of clay (ooo), never knowing he's astray,

keeps on going.....anyway.

Seems to me now that the dreams we had before

are all dead, nothing more than confetti on the floor.

It's the end of a decade, in another ten years time

who can say (ooo) what we'll find (ooo),

what lies waiting down the line,

in the end of...eighty-nine?

An eighties smash from Kraziekhat.