From the album Back To Wembley

Vocals & acoustic guitar - Tim Sincere
Electric guitar - David Kirby
Bass Guitar - Mike Anderson
Harmonica - Alan Deeter
Drums - Doug Williams
Backing vocals - Tiger Prior

Written & produced by Tim Sincere
Recorded in Trapdoor Studio, Santa Cruz, California

Lyrics

Fourth of July. Saturday night
But I ain’t in the USA
We’re heading up north on the Bakerloo line
And nothing’s gonna spoil this day

London looks like a merry-go-round
I’m sitting on the edge of my seat
I can still smell the dust burning in that old TV

I heard that old song and I couldn’t help thinking ‘bout
Twenty five years ago
It was the fourth of July on the top of a bus
We were heading out to see the show

London looks like a merry-go-round
I’m sitting on the edge of my seat
I can still smell the dust burning in that old TV

Tonight I would like to go back to Wembley
And believe it one more time
For the Queen and the Quo and roar of the terrace
We’ll believe it one more time

Now there’s a tear in your eye
And a glow from the back of that old black & white TV
A spirit has gone into the night
A million miles away from me

London looks like a merry-go-round
I’m sitting on the edge of my seat
I can still smell the dust burning in that old TV

Tonight I would like to go back to Wembley
And believe it one more time
For the Queen and the Quo and roar of the terrace
We’ll believe it one more time

Tonight I would like to go back to Wembley
And believe it one more time
For the Queen and the Quo and roar of the terrace
We’ll believe it one more time