People Just Want To Dream

She’s a big fat matron with turquoise hair
She is lunging for the black and red lounging chair
She says “take it anyway you want
But everyone desires me
From the insoles of my hand made shoes
Right up to my hard-earned crown”

She nods at the architect on TV
Who says “people, people just want to dream”
So tell it to the kids making whoopee with the tin-foil dragon
Because soon they’ll have to go so make real sure they know that
Money is everything

Don’t make the gentry mean
It’s for you they dream
With their ugly clothes and carnage magazines

The High Street, it used to be such a slum
(Petrol queues and bomb scares and liberal confusion)
Until we prised it away from the welfare scum
(Marching piggy-wiggy and bovine retribution)

Oh take it any way you want, everything is better
We used to play around before too long we found that
Money is everything
Don’t make the gentry mean
It’s for you they dream
In their private homes
Their hatred flows in streams
People, people just, people want to dream
Just look at their graves and you’ll see what I mean

Let’s leave them to dream
Let’s leave them to dream
Got no lives
Let’s leave them to dream
Let’s leave them to dream
And dream and dream and dream…