Lyrics
Your ambitions are alien to me
Why be the corner shop when you could be Aldi?
You need to get yourself on a screen
You'd look real good up there on ITV
I don't wanna go out
I wanna stay home
I wish nobody knew my name
You're alive now, honey
Get out make some hay
You've got lots of time and
Buckets full of grace
Will you write me a postcard
From your lavish home abroad?
You're alive now, honey
Get out make some hay
You've got lots of time and
Buckets full of grace