I, I've been watching your flowers grow so tall
I suppose your car is clean if it matters at all
Two hundred horses and a four-wheel drive
Well I know that their adoring faces must fill you with pride
Now that must be nice
Now that must be nice
Five, you need to find the key that gets you home
Your shouting woke the neighbours from across the road
There's nothing much to show
You scorched everyone you love so that your hair would grow
Now that don't seem nice
Now that don't seem nice
Most of the time it feels so right to fantasise
About not running up Bridge Street wiping tears from your eyes
Most of the time it feels so right to fantasise
About not running down Gold Street wiping tears from your eyes
So, I'm sure the kids all want to know
About Daddy's favourite powder that he shoves up his nose
To me, it's clear your bursting at the seams
But as far as anyone sees your car is pretty clean
But who would want that
But who would want that
Most of the time it feels so right to fantasise
About not running up Bridge Street wiping tears from your eyes
Most of the time it feels so right to fantasise
About not running down Gold Street wiping tears from your eyes