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 chance to take it back 
But what I wanna know is... 

How was London, how was Crete? 
How was Amsterdam and gay Parie? 
How was Barcelona and Sciliy? 
And 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 IDed 
I walked you home, you blagged a bottle of Sambucca 
And you tasted of Aniseed 
But what I wanna know is... 

How was London, how was Crete? 
How was Amsterdam and gay Parie? 
How was Barcelona and Sciliy? 
And 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'd 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 Parie? 
How was Barcelona and Sciliy? 
And 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? 
How was London, how was Crete? 
How was Amsterdam and gay Parie? 
How was Barcelona and Sciliy? 
And did you spare a little thought for me? 
(Oh Angelene) 
Did you spare a little thought for me?