Dress Like Your Mother

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Friday's gym and Sunday's grim He sees an analyst on Tuesday morning She's no happier than him She only likes to hear her own voice talking [Pre-Chorus] Oh well, have you seen her face? Soaked in hype and foolishness They say when you upped and left Your parents didn't even notice [Chorus] Fifty years to go, ooh la la And it seems to me that you're all dead already [Verse 2] Wifey works on style mags Thin girls with bruises in her pictures Halfway down she lost herself I think they call it butterfingers [Pre-Chorus] Oh well, it's a cosy place Occasional domestic flare-ups Oh well, have you seen her face? She actually believes in haircuts [Chorus] Fifty years to go, ooh la la And it seems to me that you're all dead already Fifty years to go, ooh la la And it seems to me that you're all dead already [Bridge] You sold your old punk records Record book instead You lost your sense of humour But you kept The Queen Is Dead You don't look yourself You dress like your mother [Chorus] Fifty years to go, ooh la la And it seems to me that you're all dead already Fifty years to go, ooh la la And it seems to me that you're all dead already Fifty years to go, ooh la la And it seems to me that you're all dead already