歌词
Wake up on Sunday morning
Everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
Live 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 and leisure
Make mine a double measure with friends
Fashion tardis
Down at Quo Vadis
Who laughs the longest
Who drives the hardest
Pleasure and 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 No 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 your 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 barrelled
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 your boyfriend's suspicious
So go home and wash the dishes
And wash them well
So he can't tell
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