| Stereotypes (Tabs) The
                suburbs they are dreaming 
                They're a twinkle in her eye 
                She's been feeling frisky since her husband said
                goodbye 
                She wears a low cut T-shirt  
                Runs a little B&B  
                She's most accomodating when she's
                in her lingerie  
                Wife-swapping is your future  
                You know that it would suit ya  
                Yes
                 
                They're stereotypes  
                There must be more to life  
                All your life you're dreaming  
                And then you  
                Stop dreaming  
                From time to time you know you
                should be  
                Going on another bender 
                The
                suburbs they are sleeping  
                But he's dressing up tonight  
                She likes a man in uniform  
                He likes to wear it tight  
                They're on the lovers' sofa  
                They're on the patio  
                And when the fun is over  
                Watch themselves on video  
                The neighbours may be staring  
                But they are just past caring 
                Yes
                 
                They're stereotypes 
                There must be more to life  
                All your life you're dreaming  
                And then you  
                Stop dreaming  
                Time to time you know  
                You're going on another bender  
                Yes  
                There must be more to life  
                Than stereotypes 
                
                  
                Country House (Tabs) 
                (So
                the story begins)  
                City dweller  
                Successful fella  
                Thought to himself:  
                "Oops, I've got a lot of
                money  
                Caught in a rat race  
                Terminally  
                I'm a professional cynic  
                But my heart's not in it  
                I'm paying the price of living
                life at the limit  
                Caught up in the century's anxiety"  
                Yes, it preys on him  
                He's getting thin  
                (Try the simple life) 
                He
                lives in a house  
                 
                A
                very big house  
                In the country  
                Watching afternoon repeats  
                And the food he eats  
                In the country  
                He takes all manner of pills  
                And piles up analyst bills  
                In the country  
                Oh, it's like an animal farm  
                That's the rural charm  
                In the country 
                He's
                got morning glory and life's a different story  
                Everything's going Jackanory  
                Touched with his own mortality  
                He's reading Balzac, knocking back
                Prozac  
                It's a helping hand that makes you
                feel wonderfully bland  
                Oh, it's a century's remedy  
                For the faint at heart  
                A new start  
                (Try the simple life) 
                He
                lives in a house  
                A very big house  
                In the country  
                He's got a fog in his chest  
                So he needs a lot of rest  
                In the country  
                He doesn't drink, smoke, laugh  
                Takes herbal baths  
                In the country 
                You should come to no harm  
                On the animal farm  
                In the country  
                (Blow, blow me out, I am so sad, I don't know why) 
                
                  
                Best Days (Tabs) 
                Bow
                Bells say goodbye to the last train  
                Over the river they all go again  
                Out into leafy nowhere  
                Hope someone's waiting out there  
                For them 
                Cabbie
                has his mind on a fare to the sun  
                He works nights but it's not much
                fun  
                Picks up the London yo-yo's  
                All on their own down Soho  
                Take me home 
                Other
                people wouldn't like to hear you  
                If you said  
                That these are the best days  
                Of our lives  
                Other people turn around and laugh
                at you  
                If you said  
                That these are the best days  
                Of our lives    
                Trellick
                Tower's been calling  
                I know she'll leave me in the
                morning  
                In hotel cells listening to dial
                tones  
                Remote controls and cable moans  
                In his drink he's talking  
                Gets disconnected sleepwalking
                back home 
                Other
                people wouldn't like to hear you  
                If you said  
                That these are the best days  
                Of our lives  
                Other people turn around and laugh
                at you  
                If you said  
                That these are the best days  
                Of our lives  
                Other people break into a cold
                sweat  
                If you said  
                That these are the best days  
                Of their lives  
                And other people turn around and
                laugh at you  
                If you said  
                That these are the best days  
                Of our lives  
                Of our lives 
                
                  
                Charmless Man (Tabs) 
                I met him in a crowded room  
                Where people go to drink away
                their gloom  
                He sat me down and so began  
                The story of a charmless man  
                Educated the expensive way  
                He knows his claret from his
                beaujolais  
                I think he'd like to have been
                Ronnie Kray  
                But then nature didn't make him
                that way  
                He went.... 
                He
                thinks his educated airs  
                Those family shares  
                Will protect him  
                That we'll respect him  
                He moves in circles of friends  
                Who just pretend  
                That they like him  
                He does the same to them  
                And when you put it all together  
                There's the model of a charmless
                man 
                He
                knows the swingers and their cavalry  
                Says he can get in anywhere for
                free  
                I began to go a little cross-eyed  
                And from this charmless man I just
                had to hide 
                He
                talks at speed  
                He gets nose bleeds  
                He doesn't see  
                His days are tumbling  
                Down upon him  
                And yet he tries so hard to please  
                He's just so keen  
                For you to listen  
                But no-one's listening  
                And when you put it all together  
                There's the model of a charmless
                man 
                He
                thinks his educated airs  
                Those family shares  
                Will protect him  
                That you'll respect him  
                And yet he tries so hard to please  
                He's just so keen  
                For you to listen  
                But no-one's listening  
                And when you put it all together  
                There's the model of a charmless
                man 
                
                  
                Fade
                Away 
                  They stumbled
                  into their lives 
                  In a vague way became man and wife 
                  One got the other 
                  They deserved one another 
                  They settled in a brand new town 
                  With people from the same background 
                  They kept themselves busy 
                  Long hours left them dizzy 
                  Now when 
                  He's in 
                  She's out 
                  All you ever
                  do is fade away 
                  All you ever do is fade away 
                  He's not making plans 
                  'Cos now they understand 
                  All you ever do is fade away 
                  He noticed he
                  had visible lines 
                  She worried about her behind 
                  Their birth had been the death of them 
                  It didn't really bother them 
                  Now when 
                  She's in 
                  He's out 
                  All you ever
                  do is fade away 
                  All you ever do is fade away 
                  She's not making plans 
                  'Cos now she understands 
                  All you ever do is fade away 
                  When he's in 
                  She's out 
                  All you ever
                  do is fade away 
                  All you ever do is fade away 
                  They're not making plans 
                  'Cos now they understand 
                  He must learn to forget 
                  'Cos this is all you'll ever get 
                  All you ever do is fade away 
                  All you ever do is fade away 
                  All you ever do is fade away 
                  They're not making plans 
                  'Cos now they understand 
                  All you ever do is fade away... (to fade)
                   
                  
                    
                  
                   
                  Top
                  Man
                   
                  This is a
                  public warning 
                  Be careful when you're out 
                  We're having freaky weather 
                  There's a lot of it about 
                  On the terraces it's swinging 
                  He's a monkey on the roof 
                  You've seen him on the telly 
                  So let me introduce 
                  (Your host
                  tonight) 
                  CHORUS: 
                  T.O.P.M.A.N. 
                  He's naughty by nature 
                  T.O.P.M.A.N. 
                  On doubles and chaser 
                  T.O.P.M.A.N. 
                  He a little boy racer 
                  T.O.P.M.A.N. 
                  Shooting guns on the high street of love 
                  In a crowd
                  it's hard to spot him 
                  But anonymity can cost 
                  It's never cheap or cheerful 
                  He's Hugo and he's Boss 
                  He's riding through the desert 
                  On a Camel Light 
                  And on a magic carpet 
                  He'll fly away tonight 
                  (Open sesame) 
                  REPEAT CHORUS 
                  T.O.P.M.A.N. 
                  Sees her in double 
                  T.O.P.M.A.N. 
                  Pukes on the pavement 
                  T.O.P.M.A.N. 
                  He likes her all clean and shaven 
                  T.O.P.M.A.N. 
                  Shooting guns on the high street of love 
                  REPEAT CHORUS 
                  T.O.P.M.A.N. 
                  Shooting guns on the high street of love (to fade)
                   
                  
                    
                  
                   
                  The
                  Universal
                   
                  This is the
                  next century 
                  Where the Universal's free 
                  You can find it anywhere 
                  Yes, the future's been sold 
                  Every night we're gone 
                  And to karaoke songs 
                  How we like to sing along 
                  'Though the words are wrong 
                  CHORUS: 
                  It really, really, really could happen 
                  Yes, it really, really, really could happen 
                  When the days they seem to fall through you 
                  Well, just let them go 
                  No-one here
                  is alone 
                  Satellite's in every home 
                  Yes, the Universal's here 
                  Here for everyone 
                  Every paper that you read 
                  Says tomorrow's your lucky day 
                  Well, here's your lucky day 
                  REPEAT CHORUS
                  (x2)
                   
                  
                    
                  
                   
                  Mr.
                  Robinson's Quango 
                  Oh, Mr
                  Robinson 
                  And his quango 
                  Dirty dealer 
                  Expensive car 
                  Runs the buses and the Evening Star 
                  He got a hairpiece 
                  Oh, he got herpes 
                  His private life is very discreet 
                  A nicer man, no, you're never gonna meet 
                  He's the
                  self-confessed saviour of the dim right wing 
                  He got respiratory problems and a mason's ring 
                  Oh, Mr
                  Robinson 
                  And his quango 
                  Drinks with generals and county wives 
                  The family business is doing alright 
                  They're doing tangos 
                  Down in the quangos 
                  He makes them tick 
                  Oh, he makes them tock 
                  And if you don't fit 
                  He put you in the dock 
                  He just sits
                  in his leather chair and twiddles his thumb 
                  Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum 
                  He ran into
                  the toilets in the town hall 
                  He got his biro out and wrote on the wall 
                  "I'm wearing black French knickers under my suit 
                  I've got stocking and suspenders on 
                  I'm feeling rather loose" 
                  Oh, I'm a
                  naughty boy 
                  Oh, I'm a naughty, naughty boy 
                  He's the
                  self-confessed saviour of the dim right wing 
                  He got respiratory problems and a mason's ring 
                  Oh, I'm a
                  naughty boy 
                  Oh, I'm a naughty, naughty boy (x4)
                   
                  
                    
                  He
                  Thought Of Cars
                   
                  Moscow's
                  still red 
                  The young man's dead 
                  Gone to heaven instead 
                  The evening news 
                  Says he was confused 
                  The motorways will all merge soon 
                  Lottery winner buys the moon 
                  They've come to save us 
                  The space invaders (...are here) 
                  He thought of
                  cars 
                  And where 
                  Where to drive them 
                  And who to drive them with 
                  But there 
                  There was no-one 
                  No-one 
                  There's panic
                  at London Heathrow 
                  Everybody wants to go 
                  Up into the blue 
                  But there's a ten year queue 
                  Columbia is in top gear 
                  It shouldn't snow this time of year 
                  America's shot 
                  She's gone and done the lot 
                  He thought of
                  planes 
                  And where 
                  Where to fly to 
                  And who to fly there with 
                  But there 
                  There was no-one 
                  No-one 
                  He thought of
                  cars 
                  And where 
                  Where to drive them 
                  And who to drive them with 
                  But there 
                  There was no-one 
                  No-one
                   
                  
                    
                  It
                  Could Be You
                   
                  Churchill 
                  Got his lucky number 
                  Tomorrow there's another 
                  Could be me 
                  Could be you 
                  No silver spoon 
                  Sticky teeth, they rot too soon 
                  You've got to have the best tunes 
                  Or that's it 
                  You've blown it 
                  CHORUS: 
                  All we want is to be happy 
                  In our homes like happy families 
                  Be the man on the beach with the world at his feet 
                  Yes, it could be you 
                  The likely
                  lads (Likely lads) 
                  Are picking up the uglies 
                  Yesterday they were just puppies 
                  Beery slurs 
                  Now life's a blur 
                  Telly addicts 
                  You should see them at it 
                  Getting in a panic 
                  Will we be there 
                  Trafalgar Square? 
                  REPEAT CHORUS 
                  But don't
                  worry (Don't worry) 
                  If it's not your lucky number 
                  'Cos tomorrow there's another 
                  Could be you 
                  Could be me 
                  REPEAT CHORUS
                   
                  
                    
                  
                   
                  Ernold
                  Same
                   
                  Ernold
                  Same awoke from the same dream 
                  In the same bed 
                  At the same time 
                  Looked in the same mirror 
                  Made the same frown 
                  And felt the same way as he did every day 
                  Then Ernold Same caught the same train 
                  At the same station 
                  Sat in the same seat 
                  With the same nasty stain 
                  Next to same old what's-his-name 
                  On his way to the same place 
                  With the same name 
                  To do the same thing 
                  Again and again and again 
                  Poor old Ernold Same 
                  
                  Oh,
                  Ernold Same 
                  His world stays the same 
                  Today will always be tomorrow 
                  Poor old Ernold Same 
                  He's getting that feeling once again 
                  Nothing will change tomorrow
                   
                  
                    
                  
                   
                  Globe
                  Alone
                   
                  Who maddest
                  one on the M1 
                  Who hasn't stopped sucking his thumb 
                  Who very straight and never grins 
                  Who cares what car he's driving in 
                  CHORUS: 
                  He is because he saw it on a commercial break 
                  And if he doesn't get what he wants 
                  Then he get a headache 
                  'Cos he needs it 
                  Wants it 
                  Almost 
                  Loves it 
                  He's here on his own 
                  On globe alone 
                  Here on his own 
                  Who joined
                  health club to glisten 
                  Into hi-fi precision 
                  Who mobile phone gives him the bone 
                  Who very keen on Sharon Stone 
                  REPEAT CHORUS 
                  Who eats at
                  the new brasserie 
                  Who only ever gets merry 
                  Who wouldn't be seen at bedtime 
                  Without putting Calvin Klein's on 
                  REPEAT CHORUS
                   
                  
                    
                  
                   
                  Dan
                  Abnormal
                   
                  Meanie leanie 
                  Come on down 
                  Come and entertain the town 
                  It's Friday night and we're all bored 
                  Time's been called 
                  There is no more 
                  Time's been called 
                  It's such a bore 
                  CHORUS: 
                  Dan Abnormal 
                  Not normal at all 
                  It's not his fault 
                  We made him this way 
                  He'll imitate you 
                  Try to ape you 
                  But it's not his fault 
                  Dan watches TV 
                  The meanie
                  leanie stays up late 
                  Mopes around 
                  Gets in a state 
                  The killer in your arcade 
                  Shooting gangsters 
                  Ready-made 
                  'Cos that is where 
                  The future's made 
                  REPEAT CHORUS 
                  (Teleport me) 
                  Dan went to
                  his local burger bar 
                  "I want McNormal and chips 
                  Or I'll blow you to bits 
                  Give us it" 
                  It's the
                  miseries at half-past three 
                  Watching video nasties 
                  He has dirty dreams when he's asleep 
                  Dan's just like you and me 
                  He's the meanie leanie 
                  REPEAT CHORUS
                   
                  
                    
                  Entertain
                  Me
                   
                  The weekend
                  is back 
                  But so is he 
                  Head to the floodlights 
                  See the fraternity 
                  They're waiting 
                  I hear them up in the north 
                  Down in the south 
                  All that is spewing 
                  Spewing out of his mouth 
                  Entertain me
                  (x4) 
                  At his 'n'
                  hers dating 
                  Bored minds agree 
                  Requirements to be stated 
                  And replies awaited 
                  She wants a loose fit 
                  He wants Instant Whip 
                  Guesstimates her arrival 
                  Will she want it 
                  Really badly? 
                  Entertain me
                  (x8) 
                  A car 
                  A house 
                  Both in a street 
                  The boredom of a sober week 
                  The weekend's here 
                  Hip-hip-hooray 
                  To make the blues 
                  Just go away 
                  Entertain me
                  (x12)
                   
                  
                    
                  
                   
                  Yuko
                  & Hiro 
                  This is my
                  work place 
                  And these are the people 
                  I work with 
                  Yuko and Hiro 
                  We work together 
                  We work for the company 
                  That looks to the future 
                  We work hard to please them 
                  They will protect us 
                  CHORUS: 
                  I never see you (I never see you) 
                  We're never together (We're never together) 
                  I'll love you forever 
                  I drink in
                  the evenings 
                  It helps with relaxing 
                  I can't sleep without drinking 
                  We drink together 
                  From Monday to Saturday 
                  I go to my workplace 
                  But on Sunday 
                  We're together 
                  Yuko and Hiro 
                  REPEAT CHORUS
                  (x3)
                   
                   
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