Hits of the Year 
      Off to the airport to check in the bags 
      Proud of my suntan and good times I've had 
      Laying on beaches and writing out cards 
      Back to the humdrum and bashing out cars 
      Into the aircraft I look for my seat 
      A nervous tension builds inside me 
      Onto the runway I pretend I'm elsewhere 
      In minutes we're flying through the hot evening air 

      Down there toy town the twinkle of lights 
      The long white beaches of holiday time 
      Suddenly someone has pulled out a gun 
      His shout for attention has everyone stunned 
      Hands on our heads there's a new kind of fear 
      We're over the barrel with the hits of the year 

      Held up to ransom assured we'll be safe 
      The yellow ribbon comes out again 
      How many gods can there be in one sky 
      All so important and all so involved 
      Here on a trigger a disciple of fear 
      As we wait without knowing if we're hits of the year

      (c) 1985 Virgin Music Inc. (ASCAP)

  • FROM THE ALBUM: Cosi Fan Tutti Frutti, this was the lead single for the LP in the US.
  • COMPILATIONS: Up the Junction.
  • "Three other sets of lyrics for this tune were left unused" (6 of 1).