Sunglasses (Live from the Queen Elizabeth Hall)

Welcome to the best new six-part Danish crime drama

She steams herself in marble rooms, courtesy of Pig

I lose myself in the light of the TV, courtesy of her father

She buys everything that glows gold in the kitchen larder

Mother is juicing watermelons on the breakfast island

With frail hands she grips the NutriBullet

The bite of its blades reminds me of a future that I am in no way part of

And in a wall of photographs

In the downstairs second living room's TV area

I become her father

Complain of mediocre theatre in the daytime

And ice in single malt whiskey at night

Of rising skirt hems, lowering IQs

And things just aren't built like they used to be

The absolute pinnacle of British engineering

I am so ignorant now, with all that I've learnt

I am so ignorant now, with all that I learnt

I am so ignorant now, with all that I've learnt

I am so ignorant now, with all that I've learnt

I am so ignorant now

I sang you all a song

With sunglasses on

I was the Fonz, I was the Jack of Hearts

And you were all looking at me

And you could not tell

I was so much less than the sum of my parts

I learnt the words, and God, did I sing it well

All the kids dressing up like Richard Hell

Still locked away, sunglasses on