. With my wee head upon your knee We will thrive on, keep alive on. Just nothing but kisses. With mister and missus. On little blue chairs I'll wear my trousseau. And Robinson Crusoe. Is not so far
your wee head upon my knee We will thrive on, keep alive on. Just nothing but kisses. With 'Mr' and 'Mrs'. On little blue chairs You'll sew your trousseau. Robinson Crusoe. Is not so far from
really quaint, so please don't point and stare. We're just technologically impaired. . Pre-Chorus. There's no phone, no lights, no motorcar. Not a single luxury. Like Robinson Crusoe. It's as