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
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
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
(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
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
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
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
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 is because he
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Who maddest one on the M One Who hasn't stopped sucking his thumb Who very straight and never grins Who cares what car he's driving in He is because
world at his feet Yes, it could be you The likely lads Are pickin' up the uglies Yesterday they were just puppies Beery slurs Now life's a blur, telly
