I’ve been taking my time for a long time
Putting my feet up a lot
Speaking English as a foreign language
Any words that I haven’t forgot
I’ve been thinking how I can’t be bothered
To wash the dishes or remake the bed
What’s the point when I could doss instead?
I've been hanging out with various riff-raff
Somewhere on the Goldhawk Road
I don’t think it’s going to be much longer
‘Til I’m bugging up on the penal code
Love is a bourgeois construct
So I’ve given up on the bourgeoisie
Like all their aspirations,
It’s a fantasy
When you walked out
Уou did me a favor
You made me see reality
That love is a bourgeois construct
It’s a blatant fallacy
You won’t see me with a bunch of roses
Promising fidelity
Love doesn’t mean a thing to me
Talking tough and feeling bitter
But better now it’s clear to me
That love is a bourgeois construct
So I’ve given up the bourgeoisie
(bourge bourge bourgeoisie)
While the bankers go get their bonuses
I’ll just get along with what I’ve got
Watching the weeds in the garden
Putting my feet up a lot
I’ll explore the outer limits of boredom
Moaning periodically
Just a full-time lonely layabout
That’s me
When you walked out
Уou did me a favor
It’s absolutely clear to me
That love is a bourgeois construct
Just like they said at university
I’ve been taking my time for a long time
With all the schadenfreude it’s cost
Calculating what you’ve lost
Now I’m digging through my student paperbacks
Flicking through Karl Marx again
Searching for the soul of England
Drinking tea like Tony Benn
Love is just a bourgeois construct
So I’m giving up the bourgeoisie
Until…
You come back to me!
(bourge bourge bourgeoisie)
(bourge bourge bourgeoisie)
(bourge bourge bourgeoisie)
(bourge bourge bourgeoisie)
(bourge bourge bourgeoisie)
(bourge bourge bourgeoisie)
Talking tough and feeling bitter
But better now it’s clear to me
That love is a bourgeois construct
So I’ve given up the bourgeoisie.