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