Texty:
Blur Great Escape

Who maddest one on the M One Who hasn't stopped sucking his thumb Who very straight and never grins Who cares what car he's driving in He is because

world at his feet Yes, it could be you The likely lads Are pickin' up the uglies Yesterday they were just puppies Beery slurs Now life's a blur, telly

Bow bells say goodbye to the last train Over the river they all go again Out into leafy nowhere Hope someone's waiting out there For them Cabbie has

The suburbs they are dreaming They're a twinkle in her eye She's been feeling frisky Since her husband said goodbye She wears a low cut t-shirt Runs

This is a public warning Be careful when you're out We're having freaky weather There's a lot of it about On the terraces it's swinging He's a monkey

The weekend is back But so is he Head to the flood lights See the fraternity They're waiting I hear them up in the north And down in the south All that

This is the next century Where the universal's free You can find it anywhere Yes, the future's been sold Every night we're gone And to karaoke songs

La la la la La la la la La la la la La la la la Meanie Leanie Come on down Come and entertain the town It's Friday night and we're all bored Time's been

: (So the story begins) City dweller Successful fella Thought to himself: "Oops, I've got a lot of money Caught in a rat race Terminally I'm a professional