Like the wallpaper sticks to the wall, Like the seashore clings to the sea,Like you'll never get rid of your shadow, You'll never get rid of me.Let all the others fight and fuss, Whatever happens, we've got us.We're closer than pages that stick in a book, We're closer than ripples that play in a brook,Wherever you'll find him, he'll finally just look.Closer than a miser on a bloodhound's deliser, We're closer than smog is to Olive L.A.,We're closer than Barbie is to JFK.Not a soul can bust this deep in two, We stick together like glue.And when it's sleeping time, that's when we rise.We start to swing, swing to the skies.Our clocks don't chime, what a surprise.A day rings, a ding-ding, Happy New Year.And never repeat what I said at the start.They'll need a lot of crowbar to break us apart.We're alone but far from blue.Before we get pin-hissed, we'll make the town roar.We'll make all the late spots and then a few more.We'll wind up with chillies right after to shore.Life is gonna be a wee while weep for my shadow and me.And while we are swinging to mention a few,We'll drop in a Danny's, a little club too.We'll wind up with chillies whatever we do.Life is gonna be a wee while weep for my shadow and me.I think now we should dance.We should do it now?I'm exhausted.