Lyrics Well Fancy That! - Fun Boy Three

You took me to France on the promise of teaching me French
We were told to assemble to meet up at ten
I was 12 and naive, you planned out our route
I sat in your car, my suitcase in the boot

On the M1 and the A1 until we reached Dover
Through passport control, you pulled your car over
On the liner, we stood on the deck, we left port
My first time abroad

A school trip to France
Well, fancy that
A weekend away
To parle Français
Well, fancy that

We found the hotel
Checked in to a room and unpacked
It had been a long day
You said, "Let's hit the sack"
As I changed, I could feel your eyes watching me
I crept into bed, you pretended to read

The lights went out, I fell asleep
Woke up with a shock
And your hands on me
I couldn't shout, I couldn't scream
Let me out, let me dream
I turned onto my side
I laid there and cried

On my first night in France
Well, fancy that
You terrified me
I just wanted to sleep
Well, fancy that

Morning came, light shone through
I left France, I arrived home
The hedge that you dragged me through led to a nervous breakdown
If I could have read, what was going on inside your head
I would have said, but I was blind to your devious mind
There's no excuse for child abuse and the scars that it leaves
Where do you draw the line?

On school trips to France
Well, fancy that
You had a good time
Turned sex into crime
Well, fancy that