Life thru a Lens
Wake up on Sunday morningAnd everything feels so boringIs that where it endsWith your life thru a lens
Hair is the new hat, brown is the new blackShe shouldn't wear this, he shouldn't wear thatPleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friendsFashion tardis down at Que VadisWho laughs the longest who drives the hardestPleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends
Just because I ain't double barrelledDon't mean I haven't travelled wellCan't you tell!Oh now it's quite appallingYour conversation is boring as hell, oh well!
Wake up on Sunday morningAnd everything feels so boringIs that where it endsWith your life thru a lensAnd now your boyfriend's suspiciousSo go home and wash the dishesAnd wash them well so he can't tell
She's looking real drab just out of rehabI'm talking football she's talking ab fabYour clothes are very kitchJust because your daddy is richYou sound so funny with your voice all plummyNow your cheque's just bounced better run to your mummyAnd you know it's a class act she'll never ask for it back
Just because I ain't double barelledDon't mean I haven't travelled wellCan't you tell!Mix with the local gentry and don't crash Tarquin's BentleyI'll take the bends with our life thru a lensYou're scared of the poor and needyIs that why you're all inbreedy?They're just like you, they need love too
Wake up on Sunday morningAnd everything feels so boringIs that where it endsWith your life thru a lensAnd now your boyfriend's suspiciousSo go home and wash the dishesAnd wash them well so he can't tell