THE GREAT ESCAPE...

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 accomodating when she's in her lingerie
Wife-swapping is your future
You know that it would suit ya
Yes
They're stereotypes
There must be more to life
All your life you're dreaming
And then you
Stop dreaming
From time to time you know you should be
Going on another bender
The suburbs they are sleeping
But he's dressing up tonight
She likes a man in uniform
He likes to wear it tight
They're on the lovers' sofa
They're on the patio
And when the fun is over
Watch themselves on video
The neighbours may be staring
But they are just past caring
Yes
The stereotypes
There must be more to life
All your life you're dreaming
And then you
Stop dreaming
Time to time you know
You're going on another bender
Yes
There must be more to life
Than stereotypes

Country House
(So the story begins)
City dweller
Successful fella
Thought to himself:
"Oops, I've got a lot of money
Caught in a 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 limit
Caught up in the century's anxiety"
Yes, the preys on him
He's getting thin (So simple)
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
Oh, it's like an animal farm
That's the rural ,charm
In the country
He's got morning glory and life's a different story
Everything's going Jackanory
Touched with his own mortality
He's reading Balzac, knocking back Prozac
It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland
Oh, it's a century's remedy
For the faint at heart
A new start (Try the simple life)
He 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
Takes herbal baths
In the country
You should come to no harm
On the animal farm
In the country
(Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why) x2
ooooooooo... (chorus)

Best Days
Bow Bells say 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-yo's
All on their own down Soho
Take me home
Other people wouldn't like 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 Tower's been calling
I know she'll leave me in the morning
In hotel cells listening to dial tones
Remote controls and cable moans
In his drink he's talking
Gets disconnected sleepwalking back home
Other people wouldn't like 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
Other people break into a cold sweat
If you said
That these are the best days
Of their lives
And other people turn around and laugh at you
If you said
That these are the best days
Of our lives
Of our lives.

Charmless Man
I met him in a crowded room
Where people go to drink away their gloom
He sat me down and so began
The story of a charmless man
Educated the expensive way
He knows his claret from his beaujolais
I think he'd like to have been Ronnie Kray
But then nature didn't make him that way
He went.... (chorus)
He thinks his 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 in 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 doesn't see      His days are tumbling
Down upon him
And yet he tries so hard to please
He's just so keen       For you to listen
But no-one's listening
And when you put it all together
There's the model of a charmless man
He thinks his educated airs
Those family shares
Will protect him
That you'll respect him
And yet he tries so hard to please
He's just so keen
For you to listen
But no-one's listening
And when you put it all together
There's the model of a charmless man

Fade Away
They stumbled into their lives
In a vague way became man and wife
One got the other
They deserved one another
They settled in a brand new town
With people from the same background
They kept themselves busy
Long hours left them dizzy
Now when
He's in
She's out
All you ever do is fade away
All you ever do is fade away
He's not making plans
'Cos now they understand
All you ever do is fade away
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
Now when
She's in
He's out
All you ever do is fade away
All you ever do is fade away
She's not making plans
'Cos now she understands
All you ever do is fade away
When he's in
She's out...
All you ever do is fade away
All you ever do is fade away
They're not making plans
'Cos now they understand
He must learn to forget
'Cos this is all you'll ever get
All you ever do is fade away

Top Man
This is a public warning
Be careful when you're out
We're having freaky weather
There's a lot of it about
On the terraces it's 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
T.O.P.M.A.N.
On doubles and chaser
T.O.P.M.A.N.
He a little boy racer
T.O.P.M.A.N.
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 or cheerful
He's Hugo and he's Boss
He's riding through the desert
On a Camel Light
On a magic carpet
He'll fly away tonight
(Open sesame)
T.O.P.M.A.N.
Sees her in double
T.O.P.M.A.N.
Pukes on the pavement
T.O.P.M.A.N.
He likes her all clean and shaven
T.O.P.M.A.N.
Shooting guns on the high street of love

The Universal
This is the next century
Where the Universal's free
You can find it anywhere
Yes, the future's been sold
Every night we're gone
And to karaoke songs
How we like to sing along
'Though the words are wrong
It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
When the days they seem to fall through you, just let them go
No-one here is alone
Satellite's in every home
Yes, the Universal's here
Here for everyone
Every paper that you read
Says tomorrow's your lucky day
Well, here's your lucky day
It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
If the days they seem to fall through you, just let them go

Mr. Robinson's Quango
Oh, Mr Robinson
And his quango
Dirty dealer
Expensive car
Runs the buses and the Evening Star
He got a hairpiece
Ooh, he got herpes
His private life is very discreet
A nicer man, no, you're never gonna meet
He's the self-confessed saviour of the dim right wing
He got respiratory problems and a mason's ring
Oh, Mr Robinson
And his quango
Drinks with generals and county wives
The family business is doing alright
They're doing tangos
Down in the quangos
He makes them tick
Ooh, he makes them tock
And if you don't fit
He put you in the dock
He just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumb
Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum
He ran into the toilets in the town hall
He got his biro out and wrote on the wall
"I'm wearing black French knickers under my suit
I've got stocking and suspenders on
I'm feeling rather loose"
Ooh, I'm a naughty boy
Ooh, I'm a naughty, naughty boy

He Thought of Cars
Moscow's still red
The young man's dead
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
Where to drive them
Who to drive them with
There
There was no-one
No-one
There's panic at London Heathrow
Everybody wants to go
Up into the blue
But there's a ten year queue
Columbia is in top gear
It shouldn't snow this time of year
America's shot
She's gone and done the lot
He thought of planes
And where
Where to fly to
And who to fly there with
And there
There was no-one
No-one

It Could Be You
Chchchchchurchill
Got his lucky number
Tomorrow there's another
Could be me
Could be you
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 on the beach with the world at his feet
Yes, it could be you
The likely lads
Are picking up the uglies
Yesterday they were just puppies
Beery slurs
Now life's a blur
Telly addicts
You should see them at it
Getting in a panic
Will we be there
Trafalgar Square?
All we want is to be happy
In our homes like happy families
Be the man on the beach with the world at his feet
Yes, it could be you
Could be me
Could be you
Should be me
Should be you
But don't worry
If it's not your lucky number
'Cos tomorrow there's another
Could be you
Could be me

Ernold Same
Ernold Same awoke from the same dream
In the same bed
At the same time
Looked in the same mirror
Made the same frown
And felt the same way as he did every day
Then Ernold Same caught the same train
At the same station
Sat in the same seat
With the same nasty stain
Next to same old what's-his-name
On his way to the same place
With the same name
To do the same thing
Again and again and again
Poor old Ernold Same
Oh, Ernold Same
His world 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 the M1
Who hasn't stopped sucking his thumb
Who very straight and never grins
Who cares what car he's driving in
He does because he saw it on a commercial break
And if he doesn't get what he wants
Then he get a headache
'Cos he needs it
Wants it
Almost
Loves it
He's here on his own
On globe alone
Here on his own
Who joined health club to glisten
Into hi-fi precision
Who mobile phone gives him the bone
Who very keen on Sharon Stone
chorus...
And then he says...
Who eats at the new brasserie
Who only ever gets merry
Who wouldn't be seen at bedtime
Without putting Calvin Klein's 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 more
Time's been called
It's such a bore
Dan Abnormal
Not normal at all
It's not his fault
We made him this way
He'll imitate you
Try to ape you
But it's not his fault
Dan watches TV
The meanie leanie stays up late
Mopes around
Gets in a state
The killer in your arcade
Shooting gangsters
Ready-made
'Cos that is where
The future's made
Teleport me
Dan went to his local burger bar
"I want McNormal and chips
Or I'll blow you to bits

Give us it ^TM
It's the miseries at half-past three
Watching video nasties
He has dirty dreams when he's asleep
Dan's just like you and me
He's the meanie leanie
Altogether now...
Dan Abnormal
Not normal at all
Oh, it's not his fault
We made him this way
He'll imitate you
Try to ape you
But it's not his fault
Dan Abnormal's
Me

 
Entertain Me
The weekend is back
But so is he
Head to the floodlights
See the fraternity
They're waiting
I hear them up in the north
Down in the south
All that is spewing
Spewing out of his mouth
Entertain me
At his'n'hers dating
Bored minds agree
Requirements to be stated
And replies awaited
She wants a loose fit
He wants Instant Whip
Guesstimates her arrival
Will she want it
Really badly?
Entertain me
A car
A house
Both in a street
The boredom of a sober week
The weekend's here
Hip-hip-hooray
To make the blues
Just go away
Entertain me

Yuko and Hiro
This is my work place
And these are the people
I work with
Yuko and Hiro
We work together
We work for the company
That looks to the future
We work hard to please them
They will protect us
I never see you
We're never together
I'll love you forever
I drink in the evenings
It helps with relaxing
I can't sleep without drinking
We drink together
From Monday to Saturday
I go to my workplace
But on Sunday
We're together
Yuko and Hiro

 
The end...