Wake up on sunday morning And everything feels so boring Is that where it ends With your life thru a lens
Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black She shouldn't wear this, he shouldn't wear that Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends Fashion tardis down at que vadis Who laughs the longest who drives the hardest Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends
Just because I ain't double barrelled Don't mean I haven't travelled well Can't you tell! Oh now it's quite appalling Your conversation is boring as hell, oh well!
Wake up on sunday morning And everything feels so boring Is that where it ends With your life thru a lens And now you're boyfriend's suspicious So go home and wash the dishes And wash them well so he can't tell
She's looking real drab just out of rehab I'm talking football she's talking ab fab Your clothes are very kitch Just because your daddy is rich You sound so funny with your voice all plummy Now your cheque's just bounced better run to your mummy And you know it's a class act she'll never ask for it back
Just because I ain't double barelled Don't mean I haven't travelled well Can't you tell! Mix with the local gentry and don't crash tarquin's bentley I'll take the bends with our life thru a lens You're scared of the poor and needy Is that why you're all inbreedy? They're just like you, they need love too
Wake up on sunday morning And everything feels so boring Is that where it ends With your life thru a lens And now you're boyfriend's suspicious So go home and wash the dishes And wash them well so he can't tell
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