Lyrics by Hewings/Boag. Music by These Animal Men

Released on (Come On, Join) The High Society LP

This Year's Model

Down on my luck I'm a super sharp boy
A fascinated youngster, a cheapskate human toy
You know it's not so big to be so frank but dad he's a shotgun man
I'm placing bets on one man's whim, knowing what I am

I know it's her or it's daddy's car
I know what I want and I want what I know
But it's a pity it doesn't show

Dusting down the problem sitting pretty on the drive outside
It's a colour explosion just itching to come alive
Casting doubt's on a moral guy to detonate a situation
His role at school was always weak at home it's the same relation

Uncompromising, without realising, the argument's are strong
But with no blamed pleasure and no real measure of reality

Down on my luck l'm an overloedad boy
My freedom seems to lie in a male extension toy
If he's so right's how come he's friend's are never round?
He's making up all the new rules. He knows that's not allowed