'Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends'
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Lyrics to 'Lazy Day's' and 'Life Thru a Lens' from Robs first album



Lazy days

Lazy day's calling to you
Come out to play
The future lies with you
Now you can be sure love is the cure
What we're searching for
Is to have a jolly good time

Crazy days but you'll get me through
And here i'l stay holding on to you
Now you can be sure
Our thoughts unpure
Will unlock the door
And we will have a jolly good time

It can happen in any season
We don't need and reason
To sit around and wait
The world can change in a second so
I find the sunshine beckons me
To open up the gate
And dream and dream

Lazy days don't let them get you down
Wear your smile
I don't want to see you frown
Don't let them get you down

It can happen in any season
We don't need and reason
To sit around and wait
The world can change in a second so
I find the sunshine beckons me
To open up the gate
And dream and dream

Then we will have.... a jolly good time





Life Thru a Lens

Wake up on Sunday morning
Everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
Live your life thru a lens

Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black
She shouldn't wear this he shouldn't wear that
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends
Fashion tardis down at Quo Vadis
Who laughs the longest who drives the hardest
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends

Just because I ain't double barrelled
Don't mean i haven't travelled well
Can't you tell?
Oh no it's quite appalling
Your conversation is boring as hell, oh well!
Wake up on Sunday morning
Everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens

And now your boyfriend's suspicious
So go home and wash the dishes
And wash them well... so he can't tell

She's looking real drab just out of rehab
I'm taking football she's talking ab fab
Your clothes are very kitch
Just because your daddy is rich
You sound so funny with your voice all plummy
Now your cheque's just bounced better run to your mummy
And you know it's a class act she'll never ask for it back
Just because I ain't double barralled
Don't mean i haven't travelled well
Can't you tell?
Mix with the local gentry and don't crash Tarquin's Bentley
I'll take the bends with our life thru a lens
You're scared if the poor and needy
Is that why you're all inbreedy
They're just like you..... they need love too

Wake up on Sunday morning
Everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens

And now your boyfriend's suspicious
So go home and wash the dishes
And wash them well... so he can't tell
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