It wasn't the tienThat didn't match with his socksnIt was something importantnSomething he forgotnnIt was the feeling he got nWhen he cheered her upnWhen she got lownIt was something they sharednIn her parents' gazebonnShe was drunk nIn a strapless wedding dressnShe was screaming her lungs outnShe had something to confessnnShe married the wrong guyn'Cos he had the blue eyesnAnd now she was crying her tear ducts drynShe married his best friendnHe could warm her heartnnShe was sick of feeling bluenIt was 1982nShe watched Higgins vs ReardonnThere was nothing else to donAnd she broke down when Alex broke downnHe wants his babynShe wants her babynnIt wasn't the punch nThat hurt him the mostnHe started a fight nDuring the wedding toastnnShe married the wrong guynBut no-one could see why nHe had to say it out loudnHe didn't feel noble, ohnHe didn't feel proudnnHe was sick of feeling bluenIt was 1982nHe watched Higgins vs ReardonnThere was nothing else to donAnd he broke downnWhen Alex broke downnHe wants his babynThey want some babiesnnThey were sick of feeling bluenThey didn't know what to donThey watched BBC 2nOn their dirty afternoonsnAnd they broke down nAnd they left townnHe wants her babynShe wants his baby