Riddled in old lipstick is another kind of fashion
Everybody says that it is going out of style
I can’t see the point apart from physical attraction
Now they try to tell me that I’ll have to wait a while

They’re never out of date
They’re never out of date
They’re never out of date

Look around the corner, there’s a band of marching leeches
Looking for a course to follow, never turn up late
Soon they’ll all be lying on a mile of sunny beaches
And all the other later hanger ons will have to wait

They’re never out of date
They’re never out of date
They’re never out of date

Mounting, mounting, mounting
OK, OK, something’s mounting up
Mounting, mounting, mounting
OK, OK, something’s mounting up
Mounting up

I’m like a fish out of water
Of water, of water oh oh
Fish out of water
Of water, of water oh oh

Like a lamb to the slaughter
The slaughter, the slaughter oh oh
Lamb to the slaughter
The slaughter, the slaughter oh oh

I can feel the spite, I can feel your eyes
As they’re penetrating through
Look me up and down
You ridiculous clown
No-one owes a thing to you

from The Diary Of A Musical Nobody Chapter 7 – Cheer Up!