Bulls-Eye Nights

Chorus

Back to the caravan, The Power calls again

Who knew a darts champion could make your hair stand on end?

Sticky carpets, net curtains, and a magazine pile

"Come in for a cuppa and stay for a while"

Post-Chorus

Oh, bulls-eye, dodgy delights

Oh, holiday frights

Verse 2

There’s a whiff of beans on toast, and a whirring fan

Yakky Bridies grins, remote in hand

"Don’t mind the gypsy fortune teller stuck in the loo"

He giggles, plays Darts of Doom just for you

Pre-Chorus

He throws his weight around and never misses

Champion of strange caravan kisses

Chorus

Back to the caravan, The Power scores again

The queen-sized duvet can barely contain

His dodgy moustache and his cheesy grin

Should we grab our suitcases, or just give in?

Post-Chorus

Oh, bulls-eye, weird delights

Oh, holiday frights