I read the news, in a paper
No flowers please, donations to charity
Like the N.S.P.C.V.d.G.G.
Just send the money to Guy and Hugh and David and me.
It's a joke, there is no hope left, who ever might
disagree
Tell me that you're seen the worst, dish me the dirt
Go on and rip the back right off my shirt !
Tell me how I hate Hugh Banton
Tell us that the bank account is zero ant that anyway
There's no-one left to play to, oh well, there you go.
Are we ever going to get this act together on time ?
It's been totally screwed up and I really just don't know
Is there any way of keeping a clean feed line ?
Its out of the question, when the triple distortion
booster's blown
Jackson, please ! What's matter man ?
You're freaking me out you know
Only playing happy families, maybe playing different
tunes
Always playing too hard, too fast, too soon !
Waiting for our fate to take us
Waiting for liquidator
Caught in colour by the paper in the middle of a show
Waiting for our fate to take us
Waiting for liquidator
The only news is bad news
When the only story is making up or carrying on.