Three Pyramids Club

Pushing his pen across the page
To nowhere in particular
He's dreaming of his holidays
His stomach's perpendicular

He tried to keep his keep fit interest
But the summer's nearly here
The only exercise he really gets is when he's lifting beer

Our man is feeling rather wonderful
Lying somewhere comfortable
His feet up in the air...oh
Our man is sipping drinks incredible
Eating all that's edible
He hasn't got a care

His day's spent pushing money round
But he's not got a lot of his own
His wife lives on the other side of town
And all his kids are fully grown
Would the enormous corporation
Lose much more than it's pride?
If he was to take an early pension
With a little on the side

Our man is feeling rather wonderful
Lying somewhere comfortable
A-bathing on his yacht...oh
Our man is drinking drinks exotica
Dreaming of Uttoxeter
I think not

He's fanning himself with fivers
And drinking blue lagoons
He's watching erotic scuba divers
While the band plays calypso tunes

Our man is feeling rather wonderful
Lying somewhere comfortable
His feet up in the air...oh
And he smiles because there's no
Extradition there...oh
Our man is feeling rather wonderful

Here's the simple story of a boy
Who didn't know how to enjoy his life
Too busy running down the street
Running just following his feet

As a younger bristling boy
Bursting through the world
Night time obsessions
Like all the boys and girls
Twisting turn of left and right
Body soul and mind
Searching through dry autumn leaves
For things he cannot find

Oh girl, you've got me in a whirl
Oh girl, girl, you've got me in a whirl

Who started hanging round with plastic faces
Who started hanging round in unromantic places
Who pretty soon thought he'd really lost his mind
And when it's gone it's pretty hard to find

Oh girl, you've got me in a whirl
Oh girl, girl, you've got me in a whirl

Falling right out of the sky
Never thought you could get so high
Nothing is as it seems, to the girl, to the girl with the dream
To the girl with the dream

Oh girl, you've got me in a whirl
Oh girl, girl, you've got me in a whirl

Oh girl, oh girl, you've got me in a whirl

I'll meet in the French House, we'll bump into my mum
She'll be wearing orange kaftan, his flys will be undone
We're driking pink champagne, although it's going through the roof
And we'll scatter words to and fro across the truth
That we're all as sad as sadness, we're all as high as kites
On our way to madness, on a Soho ladies night
We'll sing songs of longing, I'll smoke a huge cigar
I'll take you in my arms and sing

Moving away from the French House like a drunken steam train
Red light, blue light, orange light, green
Down the middle of the street with an abstracted air
Wearing perfume do carbon monoxide
Past doors full of winos in the learing London lights
On our way to Madame Jo Jo's on a Soho ladies night
Now we've come this far there's no going back
Take me in your arms and sing

No one can stop my birds from singing, no one can stop my bells from ringing
No one can keep the scenes from shifting, no one can stop my sand from drifting
No one can stop my boat from rocking, no can make the scenes less shocking
No one can keep the world from spinning, take me in your arms and sing

No one can stop my birds from singing, no one can stop my bells from ringing
No one can keep the scenes from shifting, no one can stop my sand from drifting
No one can stop my boat from rocking, no can make the scenes less shocking
No one can keep the world from spinning, no one can stop this girl from singing

Three neon pyramids above the door
The sign says closed it depends who for
On the tables in the their brown suede shoes
While the band plays the rhythm of a mutant blues
Underground oasis blue lagoon
Dancing the slowly slow beneath a 40 watt moon
Can you do the slowly slow
When your head won't start and your legs won't go
Shuffling round on their brown suede feet
While the band start blowing and turning up the heat

Feeling alright, feeling alright
Just another quiet Saturday night

Well in comes the guy with the metal head
Drinks are served and filled with dread
Up come the lady with the big pink hair
Buy him a drink and pull him up a chair

If you don't fit in you fit in here
Says the lady with the candy floss hair

The loudmouthed guy in the Turkish fez
No one listens to a word he says
Except the man with the metal head
Who stands up slowly eyes full of hatred

The end up rolling in the sand
Into the plastic palm trees around the band

The air is filled with flying chairs
And the screams of the lady with the big pink hair
The band plays on in a higher key
To get above the noise of the revelry

Feeling alright, feeling alright
Just another quiet Saturday night

If you don't fit in you fit in here
If you don't fit in you fit in here
If you don't fit in you fit in here