(Heaton/Rotheray)
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Who's gonna tell the orange
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they're actually brown
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Who's gonna mop up for grey
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when they've painted the town
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It's the news that everyone dreads
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that we're no longer painting it red
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that our gag's still funny
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but they've opted for a different clown
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You were great in the sixties
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but we're gonna have to pull you down
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Nothing like the sound of the shallow
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jumping in at the deep
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Royalty's balloon coming down
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is a memorable shriek
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Nothing quite like the sickening clout
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of the dive into pool drained out
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You excelled as a Queen
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but you'll have to return the crown
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You were great in the sixties
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but we're gonna have to pull you down
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Who's gonna tell the tall
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they're beginning to shrink
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Like who's gonna tell the Swiss
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They're no longer in sync
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We'll have to get the maroon
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in a separate counselling room
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say "it may be your washer
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but you seem to be fading to pink"
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Yesterday's ice cool
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doesn't take long to melt and sink
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Who's gonna tell the cities
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that are acting like towns
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they're actually just a village
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that the posh surrounds
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The diplomatic answer
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to your 25 stone dancer
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is your act's still great
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but we can't keep changing a pound
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You were Queen in your day
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but you're gonna have to give back the crown
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You were great in the sixties
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but we're gonna have to pull you down
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Who's Gonna Tell?
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| The Beautiful South |
