I'm on the white cliffs of Dover
Thinking it over and over
But if I jump it's all over
A cautionary tale for you
I'd like to roll in the clover
With you over and over
Over the white cliffs of Dover
And then I'd let you push me over
But if that is the fact, then in actual fact
It's not where it's at and it's over, Oh
If that is the fact, then in actual fact
Don't know where it's at-it's all over
Yes, indeed
And now the bluebirds are over
Over the white cliffs of Dover
And when you push me over
Don't bury me, I'm not worth anything
