Centuries fly past the window Writing out contracts we rarely fulfill It's always the small print that steals the show But what should I know Saving moments to savour Melodies and paper Security feigned You don't have to be mad to think that you ain't But maybe it helps Beauty Came round one tuesday For flapjacks and frisbee I was too tired He looked sad Promised to come back But I fell asleep for an hundred years I dreamt of tesco being in government The smile on a penguin as the water rose We think it's strawberry said the hippos But what would they know Oh what a lovely oil crash Oh sh** - we trusted our genius Then it got all apocalyptic But suddenly one prick had me bolt upright I couldn't think striiight Nor speak RP And beauty Was nowhere to be seen What kind of fairytale was this Someone was clearly taking Centuries They flew past the window Trumpeting progress We had to applaud But look at the small print Those acts of god You know He never pays up