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 and 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 7 am,
getting satellites and sky getting cables,
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
You and me, all we want to be is lazy
You and me, so lazy
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, it's you and me
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