It was half past dawn on the country road
In the heart of the summer
And I was so damn shy I just watched the sky
As you laid me down in the field full of rhy

Seventeen and I've never seen
Never seen anything like you
And your hair was melting in the morning sun
Olivia whats going on

Chrous:
Hey, hey good luck good luck olivia
Hey, hey good luck good luck olivia
Hey, hey good luck good luck olivia
Hey, hey good luck good luck olivia

And the way I'd feel in my spanish heels walking up from the station
With my head flung back and my shoulders tanned
You were queen of the street or something equally grand

You said the boys that you take on home only fancied you sister,
And they only ever loved you for your tits and thighs
Lit another cigarette and laughed till you cried

Chrous:

Olivia you know it gets lonely sometimes
Chrous: