Modern Life Is Rubbish FOR TOMORROW He's a twentieth century boy, with his life on the rails, Trying not to be sick again and holding on for tomorrow, London ice cracks on a seamless line, He's hanging on for dear life, So we hold each other tightly, and hold on for tomorrow, Singing la la la la la, Holding on for tomorrow, She's a twentieth century girl, with her hands on the wheel, Trying not to be sick again, seeing what she can borrow, London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes, But we're lost on the Westway, So we hold each other tightly and hold on for tomorrow, (CHORUS) (MIDDLE) Trying not to be sick again and holding on for tomorrow, She's a twentieth century girl, hanging on for dear life, So we hold each other tightly and hold on for tomorrow, (CHORUS) (Jim stops and gets out the car, goes to a house in Emperors Gate, through the door and to his room, then he puts the TV on, turns it off and makes some tea, says Modern Life well It's Rubbish, then Susan comes into the room, she's a naughty girl with a lovely smile, says let's take a drive to Primrose Hill, it's windy there and the view is so nice, London ice can freeze your toes, like anyone I suppose.) ADVERT It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home, I feel foul mouthed as I stand and wait for the underground, And a nervous disposition doesn't agree with this, I need something to remind me that there's something else, You need a holiday, somewhere in the sun, With all the people waiting, There never seems to be one, Say something, say something else, Advertisements are here for rapid persuasion, If you stare to long you lose your appetite, And a nervous disposition doesn't agree with this, You need fast relief from aches and stomach pains, (CHORUS) COLIN ZEAL Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal, He's a pedestrian walker, He's a civil talker, He's an affable man with a plausible plan, Keeps his eye on the news, Keeps his future in hand, And then he, Looks at his watch, he's on time, yet again, He's pleased with himself, so pleased with himself, He's pleased with himself, ah, ah, While sitting in traffic, Colin thinks in automatic, He's an immaculate dresser, He's the common aggressor, He's a modern retard with a love of bombast, Keeps his eye on the news, never dwells on the past, And then he, (CHORUS) (THROUGH MEGAPHONE) He's a modern retard, He's a terminal lard, He's an affable man, with a carrotene tan, Because Colin's Zeal is ill. PRESSURE ON JULIAN Only the magical transit children sing, Sing the lullaby bah, bah, bah, Sitting on the pavement sucking on a long straw, It's colourful, it's colourful, but it washes you out, Here is my violence and here is the excuse, I learnt it all but only second hand, Falling into walls well what is it with you, You'd never know, never know, never know, We planned it all this way, we planned it all this way, Pressure on Julian, Swimming in yellow pissy water, Sand getting in between the ears, No blood in head in this bloody weather, Irate people with yellow tongues, Only the magical transit children sing, Sing the lullaby bah, bah, bah, Falling into walls well what is it with you, You'd never know, Never know, never know, (CHORUS) (There was pressure on Julian, pushing trolleys in the car park, from B to A then back to B, pressure on Julian, he keeps passing out, poor, precious little snout, the birds are singing at night, pressure on Julian) STARSHAPED Wash with new soap, behind the collar, Keeps a clean mental state, Don't usually bother in cold weather, But still I'm getting into work late, And I don't need the practice, I've been making plans (for the future) Become an unconscious man (all for the good) I feel so unnecessary (we don't think so, you seem starshaped) I have a couple, at the weekend, Helps keeps up the camaraderie, And my mind boggles at the muddle, At the possibilities, (BRIDGE) (CHORUS) Wash with new soap, behind the collar, Helps keep down the laundry, And now I bother, in cold weather, Because it cleans me mentally. BLUE JEANS Air cushioned soles, I bought them on the Portobello Road, On a Saturday, I stop and stare a while, A common custom, when conversation goes astray, But don't think I'm walking out of this, She doesn't mind, whatever I say, whatever I say, I don't really want to change a thing, I want to stay this way forever, Blue, blue jeans, I wear them everyday, There's no particular reason to change, My thoughts are getting banal, I can't help it, But I won't pull out hair on another day, (BRIDGE) (CHORUS) You know it's to be with you. CHEMICAL WORLD The pay-me girl has had enough of the bleeps, So she takes a bus into the country, Although she got herself rosy cheeks, She didn't leave enough money to pay the rent, The landlord says that she's out in a week, What a shame she was just getting comfy, Now she's eating chocolate to induce sleep, In a chemical world, it's very, very, very cheap, And I don't know about you, They're putting the holes in, yes, yes, It's been a hell of a do, They've been putting the holes in, yes, yes, Peeping Thomas has a very nice view, Across the street at the exhibitionist, These townies they never speak to you, Just stick together so they never get lonely, Feeling lead, feeling quite light-headed, Had to sit down and have some sugary tea, In a chemical world, in a chemical world, It's very, very, very cheap. SUNDAY SUNDAY Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire, You read the colour supplement, the TV guide, You dream of protein on a plate, Regret you left it quite so late, To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep, Oh, that Sunday sleep, Sunday, Sunday here again a walk in the park, You meet an old soldier and talk of the past, He fought for us in two world wars and says, The England he knew is no more, He sings the Songs of Praise every week, But always fall asleep, Oh, that Sunday Sleep, You dream of protein on a plate, Regret you left it quite so late, To gather the family round the table to eat enough to sleep, And Mother's Pride is your epithet, That extra slice you'll soon regret, So going out is your best bet, then bingo yourself to sleep, Oh, the Sunday sleep. OILY WATER Lead in me and me in water, Dangling in my world, I swallowed too much oily water, It keeps slipping down my spine, In a sense of self in decline, Growing fat on sound, It's only an early morning dream, And the whole world will be alright, (CHORUS) My head is full of suspicion, I'm coming home sometime, I've swallowed too much oily water, It keeps slipping down my spine, In a sense of self in decline, Lying on my back, It's only an early morning dream, And the whole world will be alright, (CHORUS) MISS AMERICA Miss America sits in the shower, She's plucking hours from the sky, Picks up the telephone, into another home, Don't ask me why, I don't mind, I don't mind at all, I love only you, She's a well wisher and she wishes you well, Wish away, Wish away, She's no jellybean, she's a jemima ho, ho, Wish away, wish away, I don't mind, I don't mind at all, I love only you, Da do da da do, Here is here and I am here, Where are you, Far away, far away, She's no jellybean, she's a jemima ho, ho, Wish away, Wish away. VILLA ROSIE Practise doesn't make perfect when you're interbreeding, Speaking drivel can it get confused with heavy breathing? Mixing drinks at water holes is snarled up in the suburbs, Meandering through this and that you're suspected of vagueness, When work is done go to Villa Rosie every night (we're waiting) So form a queue at Villa Rosie every night (so tasty) Across the common every day you come across the fine line, But wearing boots can prevent the leeches in the long grass, Eating between meals stifles the appetite is it healthy? Coming home that nagging doubt there in your belly, And all the while at Villa Rosie every night (we're tasting) A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night (so tasty) All losers come to Villa Rosie every night (we're waiting) So form a queue at Villa Rosie every night (so tasty) Don't break your back at Villa Rosie every night (we're tasting) A sweeter life at Villa Rosie every night (so tasty) COPING Primal, evil what am I, Tongue-tied until the day I die, There's no love made with mermaids, It's just distraction or so they say, But I'm too tired to care about it, Can't you see it in my face, my face, When I feel this strange, can I go through this again, It's a sorry state you're getting in, The same excuse is wearing thin, There's no self control left in me, What was not will never will be. (BRIDGE) (CHORUS) TURN IT UP Kazoo, Kazoo you are mine, Kazoo, Kazoo I give you my heart every time, Turn it up, turn it on, turn it in, Any way you choose, Any way you choose at all, Sometimes you do too much, sometimes it all gets too much, (BRIDGE) (CHORUS) RESIGNED I think too much, On things I want to much, It makes me hateful and I say stupid things, Only you, can fill my blank heart, And I'm resigned to that, I wish the sun, Could just keep me warm, And I'm resigned to that, I'll forget, to breathe someday, I've never stopped to think why.