Moscow’s still red, the young man is deadGone to heaven instead, the evening news says he was confusedThe motorways will all merge soon, lottery winner buys the moonThey’ve come to save us, the space invaders are here He thought of cars and where, where to drive themWho to drive them withThere, there was no-one, no-one […]

I met him in a crowded roomWhere people go to drink away their gloomHe sat me down and so beganThe story of a charmless manEducated the expensive wayHe knows his claret from a beaujolaisI think he’d like to have been Ronnie KrayBut then nature didn’t make him that way He thinks his educated airs those […]