Aylesbury Boy

Thought I was better than you
 Foyer of Chiltern Firehouse
 Bloated spleen, brown slip-ons, watercress on the chin
 White suit, patriarchal figure, lipstick on the collar
 Who's thinner than who, who's speaking more lowbrow
 Day ghosts raised by long faces
 I was alone mum, but you said nothing
 Just off chirp sing that alcoholic
 And everyone says, "Yah"
 (Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?)
 And I sometimes say, "Yah"
 (Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?)
 And all the posh kids go, "Yah"
 (Can I be this way? Can I be this way tonight?)
 And I'm with a dangerous man
 On our way to posh school Kensington
 Tricksy's in the back, she made no effort at all
 And the yah, yahs are screaming at us
 Scared of the bohemians
 And all the posh girls go, "Yah"
 (Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?)
 And I go, "Yah"
 (Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?)
 And everyone goes, "Yah"
 (Can I be this way? Can I be this way tonight?)
 Tonight, and you never know where the old things go to die
 And you never feel the old things go to hide
 I'll be lost in your sweet arms
 So you're the Aylesbury boy, sailing close to the wind
 You got to let go of the dark thoughts
 Funny smiles and broken china, for this is now
 Pinot sunsets and Burger King trousers
 We are future carrying the past like rancid meat
 Boys and girls who dare to dream and love to say, "Yah"
 (Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?)
 And everyone says, "Yah"
 (Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I?)
 And all the posh kids say, "Yah"
 (Can I be this way? Can I be this way tonight?)
 Everybody is gonna love you boy
 Shine bright on this concrete floor
 Love is lost and all
 Aylesbury boy