Aylesbury Boy

Thought I was better than you Foyer of Chiltern Firehouse Bloated spleen, brown slip-ons, watercress on the chin White suit, patriarchal figure, lipstick on the collar Who's thinner than who, who's speaking more lowbrow Day ghosts raised by long faces I was alone mum, but you said nothing Just off chirp sing that alcoholic And everyone says, "Yah" (Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?) And I sometimes say, "Yah" (Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?) And all the posh kids go, "Yah" (Can I be this way? Can I be this way tonight?) And I'm with a dangerous man On our way to posh school Kensington Tricksy's in the back, she made no effort at all And the yah, yahs are screaming at us Scared of the bohemians And all the posh girls go, "Yah" (Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?) And I go, "Yah" (Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?) And everyone goes, "Yah" (Can I be this way? Can I be this way tonight?) Tonight, and you never know where the old things go to die And you never feel the old things go to hide I'll be lost in your sweet arms So you're the Aylesbury boy, sailing close to the wind You got to let go of the dark thoughts Funny smiles and broken china, for this is now Pinot sunsets and Burger King trousers We are future carrying the past like rancid meat Boys and girls who dare to dream and love to say, "Yah" (Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?) And everyone says, "Yah" (Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?) And all the posh kids say, "Yah" (Can I be this way? Can I be this way tonight?) Everybody is gonna love you boy Shine bright on this concrete floor Love is lost and all Aylesbury boy