Some expressions take me back   Like hair of gold and sweet Mary   And running to me   The sweet sweet songs that cloud your eyes   Nostalgia supplies   Loreto Highstreet buried me   Beneath the oak tree      As this is to me   Then so to you is something else   That keeps you up long past your bedtime, tearing hair      The sweetest moment comes at last   The waitings over   In shock they stare and cue fanfare   When Bobby Fischer's plane touches the ground   He'll take those Russian boys and play them out of town      The sweetest moment comes at last   The waitings over   In shock they stare and cue fanfare   When Bobby Fischer's plane touches the ground   He'll take those Russian boys and play them out of town   Playing for blood as grandmasters should      Some obsessions take me back   Like hair of golden and sweet Mary   And running to me   The sweet sweet songs that cloud your eyes   Nostalgia supplies   Loreto Highstreet buried me   Beneath the oak tree      When Bobby Fischer's plane touches the ground   He'll take those Russian boys and play them out of town   The sweetest moment comes at last   The waitings over   In shock they stare and cue fanfare   When Bobby Fischer's plane touches the ground   He'll take those Russian boys and play them out of town   Playing for blood as grandmasters should