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Wake up on Sunday morning
Everything feel so boring
Is that where it ends
Live your life thru a lens

Hair is the the new hat brown is the new black
She couldn`t wear this he couldn`t wear that
Pleasur at leisure make mine a double measure with friends
Fashion tardis down the Quo Vadis
Who laughs the longest who drives the hardest
Pleasur at leisure make mine a double measure with friends

Just because I ain`t double barelled
Don`t mean I haven`t travelled well
Can`t you tell
Oh no it`s quite apalling
Your conversation`s boring as hell, oh well

Wake up on Sunday morning
Everything feel 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 citch just because your daddy is rich
You sound so funny with your voice all plummy
Now your cheque`s just bounced so better run to your mummy
And you know it`s a class act she`ll neven ask for it back

Just because I ain`t double barelled
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 your life thru a lens
You`re scared of the poor and needy
Is that what you`re all inbreedy?
They`re just like you, they need love too

Wake up on Sunday morning
Everything feel 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