the beautiful south - who's gonna tell? lyrics
[intro]
[verse 1]
who’s gonna tell the orange they’re actually brown?
who’s gonna mop up for grey when they’ve painted the town?
it’s the news that everyone dreads; that we’re no longer painting it red
that our gag’s still funny, but they’ve opted for a different clown
you were great in the sixties, but we’re gonna have to pull you down
[verse 2]
nothing like the sound of the shallow jumping in at the deep
royalty’s balloon coming down is a memorable shriek
nothing quite like the sickening clout of the dive into pool drained out
you excelled as a queen, but you’ll have to return the crown
you were great in the sixties, but we’re gonna have to pull you down
[verse 3]
who’s gonna tell the tall they’re beginning to shrink?
like who’s gonna tell the swiss they’re no longer in sync?
we’ll have to get the maroon in a separate counselling room
say, “it may be your washer, but you seem to be fading to pink”
yesterday’s ice-cool doesn’t take long to melt and sink
[verse 4]
who’s gonna tell the cities that are acting like towns
they’re actually just a village that the posh surrounds
the diplomatic answer to your 25-stone dancer
is your act’s still great, but we can’t keep changing a pound
you were queen in your day, but you’re gonna have to give back the crown
[outro]
you excelled as a queen, but you’ll have to return the crown
you were great in the sixties, but we’re gonna have to pull you down
you excelled as a queen, but you’ll have to return the crown
you were great in the sixties, but we’re gonna have to pull you down
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