I took a good long look at everything I brought There was a lot to see but still I wanted more It looks like mother natures got herself a bore With a
I wore the blue with the green I wore the blue with the green I mixed the matt with the sheen Its not the way to be seen That decision was mine That
Tailors are the best See them running with their brollies Workmen of the week Sew my buttons on There?s no rushing perfection Workmen of the week Button
Who is the naughtiest child? Who drives their French teacher wild? And when he's telling you lies He looks you straight in the eye Got kicked in the
I had a day to work on a song I flicked it up and down with my thumbs The day had gone I hadn't begun I was bored I was bored Ooh Part time forever
Hot summer What a Bummer Me oh my Think I?m going to Pull a sicky Do a runner Tough talking To my leader Summer fever What a bleeder Free and easy Easily
A lonely smile in the clouds And the smell of foreign bodies He waits for you to ask him out Three hours sitting in the lobby It?s another Hollow line
I looked down from the Carillon I looked across to the aviary How long have they been having fun? I want to be among them Sitting pretty drinking Evian
Got to feed the human nature Got to be a real true Jet setter Got to feed the human nature Got to be a real go getter (a & b at the same time) (a)
Who are all these people? They are too stupid to be your real parents I?ve met some bone idols in my time but they really take the biscuit I tried to
Coastguard are you familiar High tides are not peculiar And on the table is a yellow coat And on the table is a yellow coat Mummy tries Bye bye Mummy
Here comes the Rumour Mill And I'm not even trying It's a game of Cat and Mouse But I can't tell who's lying You can tell in the way that I walk that
When they brought me down They stuck me through a curtain powered by a motor Then they said some nice words I think I recognize them from the last time
A celery You need a A celery If you want to fit in A celery It gets you through to half time A celery Why don't you, erm, smash the system from within
We come undone in foreign parts Our home is heavy in our hearts But there?s a bubble in Karachi A Puerto Rican Joan and Chachi The spirit of this place
Constant winning Left him wanting No point choosing They chose for him All the faces All the faces Blanked out faces Blanked out faces In the Pink (
A lonely smile in the clouds And the smell of foreign bodies He waits for you to ask him out Three hours sitting in the lobby It's another hollow line
A celery You need a, a celery If you want to fit in a celery It gets you through to half time, a celery Why don't you, smash the system from within (