Bright green socks.
I am the happy little face,
On the charity box.
But you don't look in my direction.
You always look away.
You thank the Lord God above,
You were not modeled my way.
And then I woke up.
Right in the middle of a horrible dream.
Yes, I woke up.
I dreamt I was a spastic, but my boots were clean.
You are a solid instigator,
Of the human code.
You held back the traffic,
While I crossed the road.
But please don't try to be a martyr,
The good samaritan play.
Because theses silly Cuban heels,
Will give your games away.
And then I woke up....
Right in the middle of a horrible dream.
Yes, I woke up.
I dreamt I was a spastic, but my boots were clean.
I woke up.
I woke up.
Pray for me.
Pray for me.
Pray for me.
Pray for me.
Then I woke up,
Right in the middle of a....
I woke up.
I woke up.
Have you ever stopped to think,
Who's the slave and who's the master?
Have you ever had trouble with your automobile?
Have you ever had to push, push, push, push?
Cartrouble.
You might have seen them very busy at the weekends.
Oh, oh.
Licking and polishing the beep-beeps into shape.
And then its proudly up the M1, M2, M3,
And keep your feet off the upholstery, Ronnie!
Cartouble, oh yeah.
And remember this:
You don't need anything after an icecream.
I used to sit at home silently and wonder,
Why all the preference is polishing the chrome.
While all the mothers and the sisters and the babies,
Sit and rot at home.
Cartrouble, oh yeah.
And remember this:
On your way home
You don't need anything after an icecream.
Car, car, car trouble, car, car, car trouble...
(Repeat till end)
Adam Ant