We were wrong. We were wrong.
But so young, and so-o in lo-o-ove.
That boozy English day at the Brighton Race Courses
The wind blew my skirt up, and it frightened the horses.
We were wrong, we were wrong,
But so young, and so very in love.
That May-Ball in Oxford we arrived in a punt.
You fell down in the beer-tent, unashamedly drunk (steady
up!).
We were wrong, we were wrong,
But so young, and so awf'ly in love.
'Cos I'm going to Rhino over your lino.
I'm going to Rhino with you...
In all kinds of leather, we Rhino together.
We'll keep Rhino-ing through.
The kedgeree breakfasts, the gratis champagne.
The hours I spent wiping it off my hired D.J.
We were wrong, we were wrong,
But so young, and so frightfully in love.
We were wrong, we were wrong,
But so young, and so desperately in love.