Goodbye Mum, Goodbye Girls - Andrew Lloyd Webber, Denise Van Outen

Don’t worry mum, I’ll be okay

New York is safer than London

First thing I’ll do is write to you

You promised you wouldn’t cry

I’ve got my passport and make up

I don’t think there’s anything I’d miss mum

Oh, where’s that list mum?

You take good care

Don’t be so daft

You’re gonna smudge your mascara

I’ll be alright

Go out tonight

It will do you good to have some fun

Here, have a kleenex, dry your eyes

You know I don’t do goodbyes

I’m sorry girls, I won’t be there

This friday night down at Whispers

On friday night I think I might be skating in Central Park

I might be sipping a cocktail

Or maybe eating my tuna salad outside Barneys

Can’t say how long I’ll be away

But I can come to

Don´t worry Sue, I’ll e-mail you

Don’t you know that I will miss you too

Don’t start to blab you dousy tart

We’ll stay in touch

Cross my heart