Flying Duck Theory

[Verse 1] You’re so suburban. you’re so semi-detached You never see no point, you don’t ever relax You get your instructions from a voice on the radio [Verse 2] You look out your window, stare at the door There’s three flying ducks nailed to the wall Pay an anesthetic from a voice on the radio [Chorus] The flying duck theory is all very well But it’s hard to keep your head in a disposable world [Verse 3] The kids are screaming, they want their mum The old man’s been drinking, he wants a bit of fun Music to screw by from a tune on the radio [Verse 4] Oh what’s in the future, what’s in it for you? Breed another brat, well, it’s something to do Maternity advice from a voice on the radio [Chorus] The flying duck theory is all very well But it’s hard to keep your head in a disposable world [Verse 2] Look out your window, stare at your door Those three flying ducks are still nailed to the wall Playing anesthetic from a voice on the radio [Outro] Flying duck theory is all very well But it’s hard to keep your head in a disposable… Flying duck theory is all very well But it’s hard to keep your head in a disposable… Flying duck theory is all very well But it’s hard to keep your head in a disposable world