You say you're better enough
Just getting roughed in a Suzuki
if it ain't better than was, it must be
you must never pick a bogie
just by shagging in a 2nd Suzuki
and thinking 'well, how did i get here'

Where are the 90s now (oh, in the bin)
do you ever get coked (off, off, off, off your eyes)
when are the days gone by (oh, i don't bleeding know)
and if the sky is all to much

You say it's not anymore
You say it's not anymore
You say it's not anymore
You say it's not, anymore

Wuthering heights and the Star Trek films
you are a Klingon warship inside of me
disengaged i'm sorry Dolly Parton i knew
but hey Jolene, how did 9 to 5 did get there

When are the days gone (oh, i dont know)
are you off your head (and the silent alarm is dark)
Wishing well to ourselves now (i know it's all but the dark)
i'm asleep in the back (I wanted to be a seldom seen kid)

You are being too soft
You are being too soft
You are being too soft
You are being too soft
You are being too, bloody soft

Going to Cardiff on the M25
then off to Gwynedd some other time
you need to have some other time off
but my god, how i did i fuck here

And the day's gone by (i'm a big boy now)
are you off my head (you're the drinks that i drift)
where did i get too now (oh, i've no idea brother)
Are you off your head (I can see nowhere else)
but in the Satellite of Love (oh, i've no idea meself)
and the day's gone by (i'm a Tim Westwood-alike)
how's about a sunny weekend in 2112 (I love me some Rush)
And the jazz saxophonist is a lady (and it's lovely Cat Deeley)