Fleet Week - SIMON I

I can tell that you’re not from here

Your intentions seem perfectly clear

You stayed away from your friends all night

We could be each other’s special finds

Maybe I’m not precisely the type

You expected to find here tonight

I’m not exactly a military man

But I’ve been looking for a special friend

For all this time you’ve been trying

To find that someone special

I know that I am not the kind

Of special that you had in mind

But I’m special;

they tell me all the time

I’m more of what you’d call a fan

Of demonstrations of armament

I am here to see the parades

And the warships and the tanks and the planes

Why should we resist the impulse?

To buy tickets for these shows of force?

We can go where our hearts command

To fleet weeks all across the land

Airshows lighting up the skies

While all the soldiers are passing by

Chanting crowds with the tears in their eyes

Guided tour of all the vessel types

I wanna hear that glorious sound

Of fireworks exploding all around

I wanna go where our hearts command

To fleet weeks all across this land

(Merci à Baboune pour cettes paroles)