Officially he’s known as Simon
But he calls himself Si with a ‘P’
There’s froth at the corners of his mouth
He’s spent the last fortnight on E

His hair’s going grey at the temples
And his life’s going down on the skids
He just about pays the bills
Throws down bottles of pills
Just to keep up with the kids

What a life it would be
To freeze the frame in 1993
And never have to change a single thing...

Look who’s living the dream
Is it everything it’s cracked up to be?
Cut your hair, get a job
You could sell your soul for fifty bob
Staying clear of the law
So you can piss your last at 54
Isn’t that what people fought and died for?

Why does it have to be this way?
(You know what they say: tomorrow’s another day, but sometimes it feels like we’re living in yesterday)
Why does it have to be this way?
(The faces and places and names might have changed but the winners and losers are always the same)
Why does it have to be this way?
(Where have you been and where are you going? Is there pleasure in asking or pleasure in knowing?)
Why does it have to be this way perhaps tomorrow’s your lucky day?
Julie’s Monday is just like the last one
She’s chalking it off on the wall
She keeps her head down
Cos if she makes a sound
Maybe no-one will hear her at all

She spent a nice weekend in Brighton
Took some nice selfies there with the kids
She sent them to Si
With a text saying ‘hi!’
But he was too busy stroking his id

What a life to be free
To pay your tax and VAT
And never have to deviate from a plan at all…

Are you living the dream
Is it everything it’s cracked up to be?
Go to school, get ahead in your job
You can buy your piece for fifty bob
Staying clear of the law
So you can die in bed at 84
Isn’t that what people fought and died for?