Sing Orderly

I’ve got pills, I've got cd's

I’ve got watches, I've got no straps

You can have any colour

You can have black, have black

We’re mowing in the garden

We’re dancing to the drip-beat

We’re moaning in the garden

"Cuz" now everyone's got wet feet

I’m searching through your old bag

I’ve got pills, I've got cd's

I’ve got lunch, I've got cd's

Can you pull out a new album for me?

We’re scrubbing off the patio

We’re waiting for the clay class

We’re hoping that it doesn't pour

We’re shouting out the windows

We’re calling fake numbers

We’re riding on our bicycles

In copenhagen and in france

You’re calling about your new bag

You can have any color

You can choose a man or woman's

You can go if you need to

You can call me if you want one

You can call me if you want one

You can call me if you need one

But I sold it to a friend in kempton

I sold it to a friend in kempton

Sing, sing, sing, sing orderly

Sing, sing, sing, sing orderly

Sing, sing, sing, sing orderly

Sing, sing, sing, sing orderly

They say the children are the future

The kids are punks

They’re miles and miles from the magic

They’re always skipping lunch

Sing, sing, sing, sing orderly

I’m walking around in some foreign town

Can you look after me, me, me?

Can you be up when I'm up?

Can you be down when I'm down?

I’m mowing in the garden

I’m scraping off the patio

I’m weeding the drive

So the neighbors think it looks good

I’m shouting out the window

I’m writing out my postcard

I’m baking

So we don't turn up there empty-handed

We’re baking em

We’re making em

We’re shaking on em

So the cunts give us a break

Sing, sing, sing, sing orderly

Sing, sing, sing, sing orderly

Sing, sing, sing