Build Me a Flat

Lyrics

I was haunted by an image I envisioned in a dream A modern, shining citadel Where glass and steel did gleam A place where all are welcome Through the ever-open door As long as they are young And earning fifty grand or more And their perfect teeth are glinting As they laugh and smile and laugh One is laughing in the shower Another's laughing in the bath And then I woke and rose And squinted through my bedroom window slats And I saw this was no dream It was a billboard selling flats And I wanted one, more than anything else in the world! So come on, build me a flat that I can call my own With a shiny tumble dryer and a video entry phone No more lonely hours down the laundromat No, no, no, come on mister builder, won't you build me a flat I said get up off your arse and just go build me a flat Give me a kitchen where cappuccino flows free And I can share a plate of sushi with some people just like me Give me suede upon my sofa, and cotton on my bed On my feet are Gucci loafers, Gucci thoughts are in my head So convert me a flat that was a church or pub A warehouse, or a windmill, or a burned-out Nazi sub There's a brewery next door that's selling Baijiu one-bed vats So come on get those plans drawn up and just convert me a flat Find a tiny, little shed and please convert me a flat We could have our media friends 'round Share a bottle of Cherese We could turn up our surround sound And enjoy some acid jazz The Brand New Heavies sound just as good today as they did in 1992, actually We could read the Sunday papers wearing leisure pants from next We could make our real-wood flooring squeak by having routine sex