Life Thru A Lens

Wake up on Sunday morning

Everything feels so boring

Is that where it ends

With your life through a lens

Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black

She shouldn't wear this, she shouldn't wear that

Pleasure at leisure, make mine a double measure with friends

Fashion tardies down at Quo Vadis

Who laughs the longest, who tries the hardest

Pleasure at leisure, make mine a double measure with friends

Just because I ain't double barreled

Don't mean I haven't travelled well

Can't you tell?

Oh, now, it's quite appalling

Your conversation's boring as hell

Oh, well

Wake up on Sunday morning

And everything feels so boring

Is that where it ends

With your life through a lens

And now your boyfriend's suspicious

So, go home and wash the dishes

And wash them well

So, he can't tell

She's lookin' real drab, just out of rehab

I'm talkin' football, she's talkin' ab fab

Your clothes are very kitch, just because your daddy is rich

You sound so funny with your voice all plummy

Now your checks just bounced, better run to your mommy

And you know it's a class act, she'll never ask for it back

Just because I ain't double barreled

Don't mean I haven't travelled well

Can't you tell?

Mix with the local gentry

And don't crash Tarquin's Bentley

I'll take the bends

With our life through a lens

You're scared of the poor and needy

Is that why you're all in-breedy

They're just like you

They need love too

Wake up on Sunday morning

And everything feels so boring

Is that where it ends

With your life through a lens

And now your boyfriend's suspicious

So, go home and wash the dishes

And wash them well

So, he can't tell