Here they come with their make-up on
as lovely as the clouds, come and see them,
Boys and girls and their mums and their words
and their romances and jobs and their sons,
Barking mad kids, lonely dads
who drug it up to give it some meaning,
From the raves to the council estates
they're reminding us there's things to be done.
But you and me, all we want to be is lazy,
you and me, so lazy...
Here they come gone 7am
getting satellite and Sky getting cable,
Bills and Bens and their mums and their friends
who just really, really want to be loved,
Uncle Teds and their legendary vests
helping out around the disabled,
From the flats and the maisonettes
they're reminding us there's things to be done.
But you and me, all we want to be is lazy,
you and me, so lazy...
It's you and me, it's you and me, you and me...
It seems to be about how 'normal', middle-class or at least comfortable people are severely uncomfortable by the fact that things that are wrong with the system keep popping up and proving that there's more to do. Like the world isn't as sorted as they wish it could be. But they don't want to do anything about it, because they just 'want to be lazy'.
a great song by a truly great lyricist.no one since paul weller has summed up suburban living and all the trappings like brett anderson.
I feel exactly like the author of this song, haha.