Just like we had f-f-f-f-feared,nthe mates we had have all disappeared,nNicky, Flip, Paul, Fat Bob, and Ted,nthey all done a bunk and they all got wed.nOut with the lads for a laugh and a beer,nthose days are no longer here.nWith a lump in your throat, and a shiver down your spine,nthey're the memories of 1979.nnWho-o-o-oanThat's where we wanna ben1979nWho-o-o-oanThat's where we wanna ben1979nnFlip, a punk s-suddenly aged,nhe sold his leather jacket just to get engaged.nBobby was a skinhead,nbut Bobby's hair grew,nall for a bird that made him b-b-blue.nWe never thought we would see the day, Teddy with a Mrs in the family way.nOh, what went wrong,nthings were just fine,nso take me back to 1979 nnWho-o-o-oanThat's where we wanna ben1979nWho-o-o-oanThat's where we wanna ben1979nnFreddie was a free bloke f-f-full o' life,nnow Freddie is a bag o' misery with a wife.nEvery night, George hit the town,nby 8'o'clock now, he's in his dressing gown.nThey ain't the lads we knew before, nyou don't see them down at the pub no more.nThey're discontented mates o' mine who wanna be back in 1979.nnWho-o-o-oanThat's where we wanna ben1979nWho-o-o-oanThat's where we wanna ben1979nnnnnn