Karaoké Wot's... Uh the Deal Pink Floyd

Heaven sent the promised land looks alright from where I stand 'cos I'm the man on the outside looking in

Waiting on the first step

Show me where the key is kept

Point me down the right line because it's time

To let me in from the cold

Turn my lead into gold

'Cos there's a chill wind blowing in my soul and I think I'm growing old

Flash the readies

Wots... uh the deal

Got to make it to the next meal

Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel

Mile after mile

Stone after stone you turn to speak but you're alone

Million miles from home

You're on your own

So let me in from the cold

Turn my lead into gold

'Cos there's a chill wind blowing in my soul and I think I'm growing old

Fire bright by candlelight and her by my side

And if she prefers we will never stir again

Someone sent the promised land and I grabbed it with both hands

Now I'm the man on the inside looking out

Hear me shout

Come on in

What's the news and where you been

'Cos there's no wind left in my soul and I've grown old