I didn't want to, Leave you behind, But your clothes weren't stepping, Into line. Too much self pity, Not enough nitty gritty And just when you were looking pretty Pretty boring, pretty drab, out of date, colors bad,
You should know it stays the same. No individuals things ever change. But if it's new, its in the past. Everything goes by so fast. Upstaged by the supporting cast. don't ask the girlfriend to throw it away, It'll be in fashion by next Friday, Hoping our clothes have something say
Take it away!
The in vogue clock goes spinning round Space age fashion lifts off the ground Just accept the new faith Try and look common place Instead of looking out of place
But can't you see I'm staying still, that rich little bastards made me Ill, Ill, Ill!