| Song | Son of "There's No Place Like Homerton" |
| Artist | Hatfield and the North |
| Album | Hatfield and the North |
| Snowing – in a little while when the cold is growing | |
| With a little smile, turn into a soap-sud or... turn into a road | |
| I'm falling down and spinning in a cloud | |
| (With a little smile, bubble aloud...) | |
| And round and round I go | |
| I've made a row, but honestly I liked it | |
| (But silence comes to me like a blow) | |
| I know I've several things to say, none of them important | |
| (Bashing out the chords, most of them I know) | |
| (Most of them are overflow) | |
| So when the winter comes, nobody will say so | |
| (So please don't go quiet, everything dissolves) | |
| (So don't be slow to hiss and boo, | |
| you sit there and meanwhile all the time) | |
| I'm falling down and spinning in a dreamboat | |
| (Everything dissolves, summer, spring and autumn, | |
| winter falls away spinning in a dreamboat) | |
| Paddling through the stars like a shining seahorse | |
| singing silly tunes in silly times... tones... sighs... groans... melodies. | |
| Paddling through the stars came the orchestra from Mars... | |
| Playing tunes which carried us away |
| Snowing in a little while when the cold is growing | |
| With a little smile, turn into a soapsud or... turn into a road | |
| I' m falling down and spinning in a cloud | |
| With a little smile, bubble aloud... | |
| And round and round I go | |
| I' ve made a row, but honestly I liked it | |
| But silence comes to me like a blow | |
| I know I' ve several things to say, none of them important | |
| Bashing out the chords, most of them I know | |
| Most of them are overflow | |
| So when the winter comes, nobody will say so | |
| So please don' t go quiet, everything dissolves | |
| So don' t be slow to hiss and boo, | |
| you sit there and meanwhile all the time | |
| I' m falling down and spinning in a dreamboat | |
| Everything dissolves, summer, spring and autumn, | |
| winter falls away spinning in a dreamboat | |
| Paddling through the stars like a shining seahorse | |
| singing silly tunes in silly times... tones... sighs... groans... melodies. | |
| Paddling through the stars came the orchestra from Mars... | |
| Playing tunes which carried us away |