Looking For a Bonfire

Been collecting pennies In a hat and a mask On a cold November evening Before the fireworks start Woodsmoke drifting into the trees Crackle of bracken and burning leaves At the height of the season I'm looking for bonfire See the smoke and cinders fly Feel as if I'm on fire Just another jealous guy Looking for a bonfire Well we found our matches And we started a spark Now we're touching the paper And standing back in the dark Hot potato, better for some But I've burned my fingers And bitten my tongue I can never remember I'm looking for a bonfire See the smoke and cinders fly Feel as if I'm on fire Just another jealous guy Looking for a bonfire Ooh. I don't want to turn away We've been on the wheel Now we're watching it burn away Burn away... See the smoke and cinders fly Feel as if I'm on fire Just another jealous guy Looking for a bonfire