Wake up on Sunday morning

And everything feels so boring

Is that where it ends

With 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 at leisure make mine a double measure with friends

Fashion tardis down at Que Vadis

Who laughs the longest who drives the hardest

Pleasure at 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 now 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 you're 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 barelled

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 you're boyfriend's suspicious

So go home and wash the dishes

And wash them well so he can't tell



good, no?

Sounds like a kids book with all those rhyming words...

Don't ask me though - I came 30th in a class of 30 in year 12 English.....

As wonderful as your little rhyme is, it doesn't belong here.