Come and play the tunes of glory

Raise your voice in celebration of the days that we have wasted in the cafe

In the station

And learn the meaning of existence in fortnightly enstalments

Come share this golden age with me in my single room apartment

And if it all amounts to nothing

It doesn't matter, these are still our glory days

Oh my face is unappealing and my thoughts are unoriginal

I did experiments with substances but all it did was make me ill and

I used to do the I Ching but then I had to feed the meter

Now I can't see into the future but at least I can use the heater

Oh it doesn't get much better than this cos this is how we live our glory days, days

And I could be a genius if I just put my mind to it and I

I could do anything if only I could get round to it

Oh we were brought upon the Space-Race, now they expect you to clean toilets

When you have seen how big the world is, how can you make do with this

If you want me I'll be sleeping in, sleeping in thoughout these glory days

These glory days can take their toll, so catch me now before I turn to gold

Yeah we'd love to hear your story just as long as it tells us where we are

That where we are is where we're meant to be

Oh come on make it up yourself, you don't need anybody else and I promise I won't sell

These days to anybody else in the world but you

No-one but you, no-one but you, no-one but you