They're actually brown
Who's gonna mop up for grey
When they've painted the town
It's the news that everyone dreads
That we're no longer painting it red
That our gag's still funny
But they've opted for a different clown
You were great in the sixties
But we're gonna have to pull you down
Nothing like the sound of the shallow
Jumping in at the deep
Royalty's balloon coming down
Is a memorable shriek
Nothing quite like the sickening clout
Of the dive into pool drained out
You excelled as a Queen
But you'll have to return the crown
You were great in the sixties
But we're gonna have to pull you down
Who's gonna tell the tall
They're beginning to shrink
Like who's gonna tell the Swiss
They're no longer in sync
We'll have to get the maroon
In a separate counselling room
Say "it may be your washer
But you seem to be fading to pink"
Yesterday's ice cool
Doesn't take long to melt and sink
Who's gonna tell the cities
That are acting like towns
They're actually just a village
That the posh surrounds
The diplomatic answer
To your 25 stone dancer
Is your act's still great
But we can't keep changing a pound
You were Queen in your day
But you're gonna have to give back the crown
You were great in the sixties
But we're gonna have to pull you down
Who's gonna tell the orange They're actually brown Who's gonna mop up for grey When they've painted the town It's the news that everyone dreads That we're no longer painting it red That our gag's still funny But they've opted for a different clown You were great in the sixties But we're gonna have to pull you down Nothing like the sound of the shallow Jumping in at the deep Royalty's balloon coming down Is a memorable shriek Nothing quite like the sickening clout Of the dive into pool drained out You excelled as a Queen But you'll have to return the crown You were great in the sixties But we're gonna have to pull you down Who's gonna tell the tall They're beginning to shrink Like who's gonna tell the Swiss They're no longer in sync We'll have to get the maroon In a separate counselling room Say "it may be your washer But you seem to be fading to pink" Yesterday's ice cool Doesn't take long to melt and sink Who's gonna tell the cities That are acting like towns They're actually just a village That the posh surrounds The diplomatic answer To your 25 stone dancer Is your act's still great But we can't keep changing a pound You were Queen in your day But you're gonna have to give back the crown You were great in the sixties But we're gonna have to pull you down Explain Request ×
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