Yesterday you lay awake on your bed,
and worked out you'd done everything that you said,
that you'd do before you got to this age
the lord of the bored and a slave to the beige
It's a mystery
It's a mystery
You want some history
It's a mystery
So last night you got up and out of this room,
the ceiling is peeling and covered in gloom,
but jaguar shoes is a place you can stare
a procession of lessons in what not to wear
It's a mystery
It's a mystery
You want history
It's a mystery
Today while you shake off the drunken debris,
all that is left is the vague memory,
of down in the grout of a night on the tiles,
it's hard to remember but totally worthwhile.
It's a mystery
It's a mystery
You want some history
It's a mystery
It's a waste of money
you have to admit
if its a waste of money
you have to have it
It's a waste of brains
but hard to resist
if you wanted history
You've got it
It's a waste of money
you have to admit
if its a waste of money
you have to have it
It's a waste of brain cells
hard to resist
if you wanted history
You missed it
If the girls start moving
the boys will start moving
If the girls start moving
the boys will join in
If the girls start moving
the boys will start moving
If the girls start moving
the boys will join in