The Vibrators

[Verse 1]

You’re so suburban. you’re so semi-detached

You never see no point, you don’t ever relax

You get your instructions from a voice on the radio

[Verse 2]

You look out your window, stare at the door

There’s three flying ducks nailed to the wall

Pay an anaesthetic from a voice on the radio

[Chorus]

The flying duck theory is all very well

But it’s hard to keep your head in a disposable world