Countdown it's back, and I’m watching a track
Of ABBA when the girls were so hot
I was in love with them all, and a very young
Paul
Would sing with just all that he'd got
Would sing with just all that he'd got
There were dozens of bands, from so many
lands
But there were hundreds from right here in Australia
And we watched as he tried, though his brain was
it fried
The short chat with Prince Charles was a
failure
Now I look back at those days, which for some are
a haze
And my eyes they swell with my tears
I loved every song that I heard, the new,
old and absurd
But for me they were wonderful years
Back when Molly was King, and for him they did
sing
His ear was a passport to fame
To our lives he brought passion, and the
most awful fashion
But no Sunday at six was the same
So we thank you old mate, your show it was
great
The stars and the songs they had flavour
Not to everyone’s style, but is lasted a while
Countdown's on, so do yourself a favour ...
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