Riding the Outskirts of Fantasy - Ian Dury

Little tests and odd requests

Who loves, who loves, who the best?

Little tasks, no questions asked

The traitor is at last unmasked

Little ploys, search and destroy

Who brings, who brings, who more joy?

Little snipes and frequent gripes

Taken in by all the hype

We’re riding the outskirts of fantasy

We’re riding, we’re riding, we ride

We’re hiding our loss of identity

We’re keeping our secrets inside

Little tricks with walking sticks

Who gives, who gives, who more kicks?

Little smiles and wily wiles

Got your name down on our files

We’re riding the outskirts of fantasy

We’re riding, we’re riding, we ride

We’re hiding our loss of identity

We’re keeping our secrets inside

I have done this and that

I have been here and there

I have tasted the fruit of the coco de mer

I’ve devoted myself to a life without care

And when all’s said and done,

I’ve done more than my share

We’re riding the outskirts of fantasy

We’re riding, we’re riding, we ride

We’re hiding our loss of identity

We’re keeping our secrets inside

Little games we name no names

Who lost, who lost, who more aims?

Little snares caught unawares

The cupboard underneath the stairs

We’re riding the outskirts of fantasy

We’re riding, we’re riding, we ride

We’re hiding our loss of identity

We’re keeping our secrets inside