Fun is For The Feeble-Minded

England is mine

But I don't want it.

England is mine, it's mine

But you can have it

'Cause honey, you can't have the 60s

Without the Vietnam War

And honey you can't have a Rose

Without the thorn

And when you're dancing

To the old tunes

At the nineteen-nineties disco

And you turn to

All your old friends

And you wonder: where'd all this go?

Yeah

You were young

You were healthy

You were jobless, but your dad was wealthy

So you swayed and you swerved

Through the things you deserved

It was oh so clear

You were young

But you're ageing

And the end is like a shadow there, waiting

Cause you know Fun is for the feeble-minded

Whom no treatise can justify.

Clever is as clever does

And clever doesn't try to hide it

With integrity in facsimile

Misogyny inside it, honey,

You can't have the seventies

Without the born

And honey you can't have the Darkness

Without the dawn

When you're talking

Through the old tunes

At the postmodernist disco

And you turn from all your old friends

And you can't see where'll this go

Yeah

You were young

You were healthy

You were jobless, but your dad was wealthy

So you swayed and you swerved

Through the things you deserved

It was oh so clear

You were young

But you're ageing

And the end is like a shadow there, waiting

Cause you know Fun is for the feeble-minded

Whom no treatise can justify.

Cause honey,

You can't have the eighties

Without the Berlin Wall

And honey

You can't have the fifties

Without the atom bomb

And honey

You can't have the old days

Without the diseased poor

And honey

You can't have the moment

'Cause the moment isn't yours.