Looking for a Bonfire

Been collecting pennies

In a hat and a mask

On a cold November evening

Before the fireworks start

Woodsmoke drifting into the trees

Crackle of bracken and burning leaves

At the height of the season

I'm looking for bonfire

See the smoke and cinders fly

Feel as if I'm on fire

Just another jealous guy

Looking for a bonfire

Well we found our matches

And we started a spark

Now we're touching the paper

And standing back in the dark

Hot potato, better for some

But I've burned my fingers

And bitten my tongue

I can never remember

I'm looking for a bonfire

See the smoke and cinders fly

Feel as if I'm on fire

Just another jealous guy

Looking for a bonfire

Ooh.. I don't want to turn away

We've been on the wheel

Now we're watching it burn away

Burn away...

See the smoke and cinders fly

Feel as if I'm on fire

Just another jealous guy

Looking for a bonfire