Woke up this morning and the streets were full of cars
All bright and shiny like they'd just arrived from mars
And as I stumbled through last nights drunken debris
The paperboy screamed out the headlines in the street
Another war and now the pound is looking weak
And tell me, have you read about the latest freak?
We're bingo numbers and our names are obsolete
Why do I feel bitter when I should be feeling sweet?
Hello, hello, turn your radio on
Is there anybody out there, help me sing my song
Li-li-li-life is a strange thing
Just when you think you learned how to use it, it's gone