Hey, hey Paula
I never thought we'd last this long
Your voice annoys me and your hair's all wrong
So wrong
Oh and Paula
I don't like any of your friends
Their poxy horoscopes just send me fast asleep
Oh, oh, funny how we still spend the night together
Oh, even though we don't see one thing the same
But we still do it again
Oh yeah, we do it again
Oh, oh Paula
I just can't get it through my head
how you can look so bad
but be so good in bed
So good
Oh, oh, funny how we still spend the night together
Oh, even though we don't see one thing the same
But we still do it again
Oh yeah, we do it again
Oh, funny how we still spend the night together
Oh, oh oh, even though we don't see one thing the same
But we still do it again
Oh yeah, we do it again
Oh now, Paula
I think it's time that you should go
until tonight at least
and then we can go to bed
Let's go to bed
La la la la la...
Paula was a girl from Hull in a wheelchair, who used to come to a lot of our concerts. Her hair was actually a very nice bright red colour. The song isn't about her at all; I just liked her name. In fact, I don't know who it's about really. Features the cheesiest guitar solo ever (can't remember whether it was me or Russell who played that one).