Would you believe me if I told you that I'm sorry?
I didn't mean to make you sad
When I heard that you were leaving home to travel
I didn't get a chance to take it back but what I wanna know is

How was London? How was Crete?
How was Amsterdam and gay Paris
How was Barcelona and Sicily?
Did you spare a little thought for me?
Did you spare a little thought for me?
(Oh, Angelene)
Did you spare a little thought for me?

Do you remember when we queued outside forever?
Just to go and get ID'd
I walked you home, you blagged a bottle of Sambuca
And you tasted of aniseed

But what I wanna know is

How was London? How was Crete?
How was Amsterdam and gay Paris
How was Barcelona and Sicily?
Did you spare a little thought for me?
(Oh, Angelene)
Did you spare a little thought for me?
(Oh, Angelene)
Did you spare a little thought for me?

I saw your dad last week
He told me you got married
He was glad you settled down
I told him if you ever came back home to visit
To ask you to pop around

'Cause what I wanna know is

How was London? How was Crete?
How was Amsterdam and gay Paris
How was Barcelona and Sicily?
Did you spare a little thought for me?
(Oh, Angelene)
Did you spare a little thought for me?
(Oh, Angelene)

How was London? How was Crete?
How was Amsterdam and gay Paris
How was Barcelona and Sicily?
Did you spare a little thought for me?
(Oh, Angelene)
Did you spare a little thought for me?