"Country House"

And so the the story begins

City dweller, successful fella
Thought to himself oops I've got a lot of money
I'm 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 centuries anxiety
It preys on him, he's getting thin

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
It's like an animal farm lot's of rural charm in the country

He's got morning glory, life's a different story
Everything going jackanory, in touch 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 the centuries remedy
For the faint at heart, a new start

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
Says she's come to no harm on an animal farm in the country

In the country, in the country

Blow, blow me out I am so sad, I don't know why
Blow, blow me out I am so sad, I don't know why

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 lot's of rural charm in the country

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
And she's come to no harm on an animal farm in the country

"Best Days"

Door 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-yos
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 their 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 dull tones
Remote controls and cable moans
In his drink he's been 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, of our lives

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"

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 a beaujolais
I think he'd like to have been Ronnie Kray
But then nature didn't make him that way

He thinks his educated airs those family shares
Will protect him, that you will 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
Yet he tries so hard to please he's just so keen for you to listen
But no-one is 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 will respect him
Yet he tries so hard to please he's just so keen for you to listen
But no-one is 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
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
They are not making plans
Because 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
Because now she understand
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
Because now they understand
You must learn to forget
Cause this is all you have
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
Because now they understand
All you ever do is fade away
All you ever do is fade away
All you ever do is fade away

"Top Man"

This is a public warning
Be careful when you're out
We are having freaky weather
There's a lot of it about
On the terraces is it swinging
He's a monkey on the roof
You've seen him on the telly
So let me introduce you're host tonight

T.o.p.m.a.n.
he's naughty by nature
T.o.p.m.a.n.
on doubles and chasers
T.o.p.m.a.n.
guilette or a razor
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
He'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

T.o.p.m.a.n.
he's naughty by nature
T.o.p.m.a.n.
on doubles and chasers
T.o.p.m.a.n.
guilette or a razor
T.o.p.m.a.n.
shooting guns on the high street of love
T.o.p.m.a.n.
sees her in double
T.o.p.m.a.n.
then pukes on the pavement
T.o.p.m.a.n.
likes her all clean and shaven
T.o.p.m.a.n.
shooting guns on the high street of love

T.o.p.m.a.n.
he's naughty by nature
T.o.p.m.a.n.
on doubles and chasers
T.o.p.m.a.n.
guilette or a razor
T.o.p.m.a.n.
shooting guns on the high street of love
T.o.p.m.a.n.
shooting guns on the high street of love
T.o.p.m.a.n.
shooting guns on the high street of love

"The Universal"

This is the next century
Where the universal's free
You can find it anywhere
Yes, the future has been sold
Every night we're gone
And to karaoke songs
How we like to sing a long
Although the words are wrong

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, satellites in every home
Yes the universal's here, here for everyone
Every paper that you read
Says tomorrow is your lucky day
Well, here's your lucky day

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

Well, 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

Just let them go

"Mr. Robinsons' Quango"

Mr. robinson and his quango
Dirty dealer, expensive car
Runs the buses and the evening star
He got a hairpiece and he got herpes
His private life is very discreet
A nicer man you're never going to meet
A self professed saviour of the dim right wing
He's got respiratory problems and a masons ring

Mr. robinson and his quango
Drinks with the general and the county wives
Yes the family business is doing all right
They are doing tangos down in the quangos
He makes them tick and he makes them tock
And if he doesn't like you he'll put you in the dock
He just sits in his leather chair and twiddles his thumbs
Gets his secretary in and pinches her bum

He ran into the toilet in the town hall
Got a biro out and he wrote on the wall
I'm wearing black french knickers on under my suit
Wearing stockings and suspenders oh I'm feeling rather loose

Oh I'm a naughty boy
Oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy

Oh I'm a naughty boy, oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy
Oh I'm a naughty boy, oh I'm a naughty, naughty boy

"He Thought Of Cars"

Moscow's still red, the young man is 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
Who to drive them with
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 at this time of year
Now america's shot gone and done the lot

He thought of planes and where, where to fly to
And who to fly there with
Where, there was no-one, no-one

He thought of cars and where, where to drive them
Who to drive them with
There, there was no-one, no-one

"It Could Be You"

Churchill got his lucky number but 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

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, ohoh oh

The likely lads are picking up the uglies
Yesterday they were just puppies
Beery slurs now life's a blur
Telly addicts
You should seem that at it
Getting in a panic
Will we be there?
Trafalgar square

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

Could be me, could be you
Could be me, could be you

Could be me, could be you
Could be me, could be you, could be you, could be you

Don't worry, if it's not your lucky number
Because tomorrow there is another
Could be you, could be me

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, ohoh oh

"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 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 ernold same, he's getting that feeling once again
Nothing will change tomorrow