Tim Bricheno - Going Slow lyrics

So you want to be in tune with the times? Trade your six pack for a v-sign "Marry me tax free seeks easily pleased" Thanks for coming (the pleasure was all mine) Watch them beat the meat and sell it to fleet street witness extra-ordinary crimes Draw a chalk line around yours and mine It's a great idea but no one has the energy Except space age boys with high tech toys You got kiddies on your mind I don't know Getting nowhere Just getting by Going slow Maybe he was smacked as a child He feels so way down the food chain To be so way down way down the food chain Everything's an enemy when you feel like a sea anemone Heaven above it's the lord of love It's the European son-of-a-gun Making a beeline for the London skyline With great ideas but no one has the energy Words just seem to roll off his tongue I don't know Getting nowhere Just getting by Going slow Married the girl from the News of the World Got nothing to say got one on the way The face of today is the mask of tomorrow Married the girl from the News of the World "Mentally ill seeks baby girl sixty-a-day whaddya say?" I don't know Getting nowhere Just getting by Going slow