Stepping into Line

I didn't want to leave you behind

But your clothes weren't stepping into line

Too much self-pity

Not enough nitty-gritty

And just when you were looking pretty

Pretty boring, pretty drab, out of date, colours bad

Sawed my suit, looking sad

You should know it stays the same

No individual's things ever change

But if it's new, it's in the past

Everything goes by so fast

Upstaged by the supporting cast

Oh, don't ask the girlfriend to throw it away

It'll be in fashion by next Friday

Hoping our clothes have something say

Take it away!

The in vogue clock goes spinning round

Space age fashion lifts off the ground

Just accept the new faith

Try and look common place

Instead of looking out of place

But can't you see I'm staying still, that rich little bastards made me ill?

Ill, ill!