Round, round, get around, Lucy Brown

There we were last night trying
To remember each other's names
I said, can I give you my number?
'Cause tomorrow I'll be on plane
Couldn't find, couldn't find
Couldn't find anywhere to write it down
So I tore out a page from my passport
And I give it to Lucy Brown

Next morning I'm waiting at the gate
Just thinking about the girl of my dreams
On the plane I can't concentrate
On the airline magazine
6, 7, 8, 9, 10 hours
Are we ever gonna touch the ground?
Made it on my way to Hong Kong
Just thinking about Lucy Brown

Lucy Brown, Lucy Brown
Your love is driving me insane
Oh, yeah, Lucy Brown, Lucy Brown
I wish I didn't have to fly on this plane

I'm waiting in the usual line
So they can check out my unusual face
I've got all my papers in order
No bugs, no drugs, not a trace
Even got a working visa in my passport stapled down
Then a man in the customs uniform
Looks of me with a Chinese frown

They threw me out of the country
For one little missing page
Goin' back on the next flight out
Can't think about acting my age
6, 7, 8, 9, 10 hours
Are we ever gonna touch the ground?
Maybe it will all be worth it
If I get to see Lucy Brown, yeah

Grab a cab and hurry home
Wanna check my answer machine
Open up the door and run to the phone
There's a blinking light right on the screen
Play back a message and hear her voice
I'd be happy, but something's wrong
Said she couldn't wait to see me again
So she called the next fly to Hong Kong

Lucy Brown, Lucy Brown
Your love is driving me insane
Oh, yeah, Lucy Brown, Lucy Brown
I wish you didn't have to fly on the plane
Lucy, yeah, Oh Lucy Brown
Lucy, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Lucy Brown, yeah