Phone phone the red receiver at the end of the bed it keeps getting clearer   Rings run running around me   Untying the ribbons for the good of the family   And your dear friends gathered together   You were looking for trouble now you're losing your temper      Cold feet in London   Useless confetti   No groom   No first kiss   No diamonds for the girl      Don’t look in the side of the wardrobe    The white dress hangs tall as a tightrope    Clothes piled high in a suitcase    Better get moving fast for it's too late    And you dear friends gathered in darkness    Formed a search and followed their partners       Cold feet in London   Useless confetti   No groom   No first kiss   No diamonds for the girl      So phone phone the red receiver at the end of the bed but no one will be here      Cold feet in London   Useless confetti   No groom   No first kiss   No diamonds for the girl