"LIFE THRU A LENS"
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
"Life thru
a lens" 1997
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