Lyrics

[Verse 1] Well, I'm sorry God, I have to say That having just one life per person is not enough, not enough I would like to live more times than this If you don't agree then tough, t-u uff There are other lives going on, I haven't lived Which gives me a sense of frustration, frustration-frustration I'm not too bothered about being Joan of Arc or Mary Queen of Scots I just fancy Twentieth Century reincarnation [Verse 2] I want to keep coming back And trying a different track I want to go round and round Cos I never feel I've got things right It isn't a proper scheme I just want to let off steam We all have to have a dream And I'm following my dream tonight [Verse 3] I want to be Mrs Pew And live in an avenue I want to have bing-bong chimes and a bathroom with a champagne suite In my candlewick dressing grown I want to put Harpic down If my ironing smells quite fresh then my happiness will be complete [Verse 4] I'll wear an apron when I chop my veggies Have tiny cactus on the window ledges Have a roller blind with scalloped edges I will never use a wok, so I'd prefer to stick to Mrs Beeton Have a hob that I can then reheat on Use my toaster with the ears of wheat on I will do a lot with OXO [Verse 5] I want to be Pauline Park And work as an invoice clerk I want to eat lean cuisine, even though I'm eight stone two I'll sit and I'll fantasise About cruel men with piercing eyes Then I'll microwave two mince pies And have them with a cup of tea [Verse 6] I'll watch a thriller if it's not too gory A mini-series if I like the story I think there ought to be more Nana Mouskouri No, I never have the news on Doctor Scholl will be my favourite sandal Higher heels than that, I cannot handle Saw Barry Manilow and held my candle wax was running down my blouson [Verse 7] I want to be Vera Paige A dame of a certain age I want to have big red lips and a cleavage that would drown a mouse I want to call all men swine Have visible panty-line Have sing-songs on British wine, I always have it in the house [Verse 8] I'll be known in all the pubs and chip shops Dangly jewellery and sequin zip tops Tracksuit bottoms and stiletto flip-flops I'll be really in the groove, eh? Never take a bus if I can cab it Offer me a bit of life, I'll grab it My libido would defeat a rabbit And I'll never change the duvet [Verse 9] I want to be Eileen Gum Who calls herself just a mum I want to have three big lads and a husband that I've driven nuts I'll struggle and sacrifice To make sure they have things nice I'll give them such good advice They'll absolutely hate my guts [Verse 10] I'll make them bags that they can take their pumps in I'll knit pyjamas they can have their mumps in My mashed potato will have big grey lumps in I'll control each family member Make them gather round the Christmas table And eat until to move they are unable They'll wish that Joseph never found that stable I'll put my sprouts on in November [Verse 11] I think it's a giant con We can't all be everyone I want to go round and round Just living every life in sight It isn't a proper scheme I just want to let off steam We all have to have a dream And I'll be following my dream Following my dream Following my dream tonight!