84 was a pretty good year. I lost my heart back then in 1984. It was 1984 and I was nearly 16 years. Oh Thatcher was the minister in charge. Oh the miners were on strike. And my dad had gone away. And the Swiss were riding high up in the charts. It was there on Gordod Road. While I was waiting in the cold. For my mate when you came along. And heaven knows that it was like a heart attack. That year when you said to me. Chorus:. If you give a little bit more. Just a little bit more. You'll get a little bit more. If you try a little bit harder. Just a little bit harder. Then you'll get it for sure. You'll get it for sure. I was nervousI was sweating. Seemed like she was on a mission. When she took me by the hand up to her room. There were posters on her wall. I saw flowers in her hair. But I never got the chance to see them bloom. 'Cause the clock stopped. And the years rolled by. But the time never left my mind. When she said. Chorus. Twenty-four years later. And we're in the hands of labour. and we've got ten thousand troops out in Iraq. I am living now in London. And at present I am single. And in somewhere died along since you come back. 84 was a pretty good year. I lost my heart back then in 1984. Was a pretty good year. I lost my heart to 1984. Chorus. 1984. 1984. 1984. 1984