He's content with how it's all turned out
There's little left to think about
A simple man with simple needs
A TV Guide and ITV
He gets this feeling every day
Now it won't go away
There must be something more than this
A dead-end job, a caffeine fix
The news at 10, and after bed
Down your grounds to get well fed
But why would you want it any other way?
He's pleased with all the stuff he's got
His matching crockery, the lot
His DVDs, his teletext
His afflux booze and all the rest
He gets this feeling every day
Now it won't go away
There must be something more than this
Concrete slabs and rows of bricks
The Daily Mail, tea and toast
The football team you love the most
But why would you want it any other way?
He's lost his appetite for it
The flavour's bland, the taste is sh**
There must be something else missing
A jigsaw piece that won't fit in
He gets this feeling everyday
Now it won't go away
Oh, there must be something more than this
The bus ride home, the smell of piss
Buying things to throw away
It always rains on Saturday
But why would you want it any other way?
And would you want it any other way?
And would you want it any other way?
And why would you want it any other way?