‘Suburbia’ – a great word for sounding exactly like what it is …;)
Saving For Suburbia
Lyrics by Mick Evans
Mrs. Penny polishes the doorstep
deep burgundy - every Sunday afternoon -
Mr. P packs his golf clubs in the Volvo
waves goodbye - ‘See you soon’
And everybody smiles - everybody lies
everybody whistles a tune
They’re saving for suburbia
where every day’s grey
every day the same
every day trickles away -
They’re saving for suburbia
where everybody plays
the same old games
saving for tomorrow today
Penny Junior’s sulking in the window
head in hands - banned from going out to play -
neighbour’s car bares the scars - ‘bow and arrows’
going nowhere to stay
Yeh everybody smiles - everybody lies
everybody whistles a tune
They’re saving for suburbia
where every day’s grey
every day the same
every day trickles away -
They’re saving for suburbia
where everybody plays
the same old games
saving for tomorrow today
No sex, no drugs - no rock ‘n‘ roll
play it safe - and do your best
take your time growing old
one sleepy Sunday to the next
They’re saving for suburbia
where every day’s grey
every day the same
every day trickles away -
They’re saving for suburbia
where everybody plays
the same old games
saving for tomorrow today