Wake up on Sunday morning

Everything feels so boring

Is that where it ends

Live your life thru a lens



Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black

She shouldn't wear this he shouldn't wear that

Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends

Fashion tardis down at Quo Vadis

Who laughs the longest who drives the hardest

Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends



Just because I ain't double barrelled

Don't mean I haven't travelled well

Can't you tell!

Oh no it's quite appalling

Your conversation is boring as hell, oh well!



Wake up on Sunday morning

And everything feels so boring

Is that where it ends

With your life thru a lens



And now your boyfriend's suspicious

So go home and wash the dishes

And wash them well so he can't tell



She's looking real drab just out of rehab

I'm talking football she's talking ab fab

Your clothes are very kitch

Just because your daddy is rich

You sound so funny with your voice all plummy

Now your cheque's just bounced better run to your mummy

And you know it's a class act she'll never ask for it back



Just because I ain't double barrelled

Don't mean I haven't travelled well

Can't you tell!

Mix with the local gentry and don't crash Tarquin's Bentley

I'll take the bends with our life thru a lens

You're scared of the poor and needy

Is that why you're all inbreedy?

They're just like you, they need love too



Wake up on Sunday morning

And everything feels so boring

Is that where it ends

With your life thru a lens



And now your boyfriend's suspicious

So go home and wash the dishes

And wash them well so he can't tell