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Stereotypes
The suburbs they are dreaming
They're a twinkle in her eye
She's been feeling frisky since
Her husband said goodbye
She wears a low cut t-shirt
Runs a little B&B she's most
Accomondating when she's
In her lingerie
Wife swaping is your future
You know that it would suit you
Yes,the stereotypes
There must be more to life
All your life you're dreaming
Then you stop dreaming
From time to time you know
You should go on another bender
The suburbs they are sleeping
But he's dressing up tonight
Se likes a man in uniform
She loves to wear it tight
They are on the lover's sofa
They are on the patio
And when the fun is over
Watch themselves on video
The neighboor may be staring
But they are just past caring
Country House
So the story begins:
City dweller sucesful fella
Thought to himself"Oops I got a lot of money"
I'm caught ina rat race terminally
I'm a professional cynic
But my heart's not in it
I'm paying the price of living life
At the legal limit cauht up
In the centuries anxiety
It preys on him,he's getting thin
He lives in a house,a very big house
In the country
Watching afternoon repeats and
The food he eats in the country
He takes all manner of pills
And piles up analyst bills in the country
It's like an animal farm lots of
Rural charm in the country
He's got morning glory and
Life's a different story
Everything's going Jackanory
In touch with his own mortality
He's reading Balzac
Knocking back prozac
It's a helping hand that makes you
Feel wonderfully bland
It's the centuries remedy
For the faint at heart
A new start
Lives in a house,a very big house
In the country
He's got a fog in his chest
So he needs a lot of rest in the country
He doesn't drink,smoke,laugh
He takes herbal baths in the country
It's like an animal farm but
You'll come to no harm in the country
Blow me out I am so sad I dont know why
Best Days
Bow Bells says goodbye to the last train
Over the river they all go again
Out into leafy nowhere
Hope someone's waiting out there for them
Cabbie has his mind on a fare to the sun
He works nights but it's not much fun
Picks up the London yo yos
All on their own down Soho
Take me home
Other people wouldn't want to hear you
If you said that these are the best days of our lives
Other people turn around and laugh at you
If you said that these are the best days of our lives
Trellick towers been calling
I know she'll leave me in the morning
In hotel cells listening to dell tones
Remote controls and cable moans
In his drink he's been talking
Get's disconnected sleep walking
Back home
Charmless Man
I met him in a crowded room
Where people go to drnk away their gloom
He sat me down so began
The story of a charmless man
Educated the expensive way
He knows his claret from a beaujolais
I think he's like ti have been Ronnie Kray
But then nature didn't make him that way
He went la la la la la la la
He thinks he's educated airs those family shares
Will protect him that we'll respect him
He moves in circles of friends
Who just pretend that they like him
He does the same to them
And when you put it all together
There's the model of a charmless man
He knows the swingers and their cavalry
Says he can get it anywhere for free
I began to go a little cross eyed
And from this charmless man
I just had to hide
He talks at speed
He gets nose bleeds
He doesnt see his days
Are tumbling down upon him
And yet he tries so hard to please
He's just so kenn for you to listen
But no one's listening
And when ypu put it all together
There's the model of a charmless man
Fade Away
They stumbled into their lives
In a vaget away became ma and wife
One got the other they deserved eachother
They settled in a brand new town
With people from the same backround
They kept themselves busy
Long hours left them dizzy
Now when he's in,she's out
All you ever dois fade away
They are not making plans
Cos now they understand
He noticed he had visible lines
She worried about her behind
Their birth had been the death of them
It didn't really bother them
When she's in,he's out
Top Man
This is a public warning
Be careful when you're out
We're havin freaky weather
There's a lot of it about
The terraces are swinging
He's a monkey on the roof
You've seen him on the telly
So let me introduce your host tonight
T.o.p.m.a.n.
He's naughty by nature
On doubles and cashers
Shooting guns on the high street of love
In a crowd it's hard to spot him
But anonymity can cost
It's never cheap n cheerful
He's Hugo and he's boss
He's riding through the desert
On a camel light
And on a magic carpet
He'll fly away tonight
T.o.p.m.a.n.
Sees her in double
Then pukes on the pavement
Likes her all clean and shaven
Shooting guns on the high street of love
The Universal
This is the next century
The universal's free
You can find it anywhere
Yes,the future's been sold
Every night we're gone
And to karaoke songs
We like to sing along
Though the words are wrong
It really could happen
When the days seem to fall through you
Just let them go
No one here is alone
Satellites in every home
The universal's here
Here for everyone
Every paper that you read
Says tomorrow's your lucky day
Well,here's your lucky day.
Mr Robinson's Quango
Mr Robinson and his quango
Dirty dealer expensive car
Runs the buses and the evening star
He got a hairpiece,he got herpes
His private life is very discreet
A nicer man you're never gonna meet
A self professed saviour of the dim right wing
He's got respiratory problems and a masons ring
Mr Robinson and his Quango
Drinks with the general and the county wives
The family business is doin alright
They're doing tangos down in the quangos
He makes them tick and he makes them tock
If he doesn't like you he'll put you in the dock
He just sits in his leather chair twiddles his thumbs
Gts his secretary in and pinces her bum
He ran into the toilet in the town hall
Got a biro out and wrote on the wall
I'm wearing black french knickers on under my suit
I'm wearing stockings and suspenders
I'm a naughty boy.
He Thought Of Cars
Moscow's still red the young man's death
Gone to heaven instead the evening news
Says he was confused
The motorways will all merge soon
Lottery winner buys the moon
They've come to save us
The space invaders are here
He thought of cars and where to drive them
And who to drive their wheel
But here was noone,no one
There's panic at London Heathrow
Everybody wants to go up into the blut
But there's a 10 year queue
Columbia is in top gear
Shouldn't snow this time of year
Now America's shot gone and done the lot
He thought of planes and where to fly to
And who to fly there with
But there was noone,no one.
It Could Be You
Churchill, got him lucky number
Tomorrow there's another
No silver spoon
Sticky teeth they rot too soon
You've got to have the best tunes
Or that's it you've blown it
All we want is to be happy
In our homes like happy families
Be the man at the beach
With the world at his feet
Could be you
The likely lads
Are picking up their uglies
Yesterday they were just puppies
Beery slurs now life's a blur
Telly addicts
You should see that at it
Getting in a panic
Will we be there?
Trafalgar square
So dont worry
It's not yer lucky number
Tomorrow there's another
Could be you,could be me
Ernold Same
Oh Ernold Same his worlds stays the same
Today will always be tomorrow
Poor old Ernold Same he's getting that
Feeling once again
Nothing will change tomorrow.
Globe Alone
Who maddest one on then
Who hasn't stopped sucking his thumb
Who very straight and never grins
Who cares what car he's driving in?
He is cos he saw it on a commercial break
And ig he doesn't get what he wants
Then he'll get a headache
Cos he wants it,needs it,almost loves it
He's here on his own,on globe alone
Who joined healthy club to glisten
Into hi fi precision
Who's mobile phone gives him the bone
Who very keen on Sharon Stone
Who only eats at the new brasserie
Who only ever gets merry
Who wouldn't be seen at bedtime
Without putting Kalvin Kleins on
Dan Abnormal
Meanie leanie come on down
Come and entertain the town
It's Friday night and we're all bored
Time's been called there is no moer
Dan Abnormal,not normal at all
It's not his fault we made him this way
He'll imitate you try to ape you
It's not his fault Dan watches tv
The meanie leanie stays up late
Mopes around gets in a state
He the killer in your arcade
Killing gangstas ready mate
That is where the future's made
Dan went to his local burger bar
I want McNormal and chips
Or I'll blow you to bits
Give us it
It's the miseries at half past three
Watching video nashes
He has dirty dreams while he's asleep
Dan's just like you,you see?
He's the meanie leanie
Entertain Me
The weekend is back and so is he
Head to the floodlights
See the fraternity,they're waiting
I hear them up in the north
And down in the south
And all that's spewing,out of his mouth
Entertain me
At his and her's dating
Bored minds agree
Requirements to be stated
Replies awaited
She wants a loose bit
He waqnts instant weep
He guesstimates her arrival
Will she want it really badly?
A car,a house both in a street
The boredom of the sober week
The weekends here hip hop hooray
To make the blues just go away
Yuko and Hiro
This is my workplace and
These are the people I work with
Yuko and Hiro
We work together
We work for the company
That works to the future
They will protect us
We work together
I never see you,we're never together
I'll love you forever
I drink in the evening
It helps with relaxing
I cant sleep without drinking
We drink together
From Monday to Saturday
I go to my workplace
But on Sunday we're together
Yuko and Hiro
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