Hey Modern Days - The Ark

Hey modern days, here we come

But our feet are swollen and we got no place to stay

But we hope it would still be okay

'cos we brought champagne

And we thought that there must be sleeping bags

(in this very modern day)

But we’re all very proud to be here today

The first of a thousand million modern days

'Cos it’s a scam, it’s a royal kind of wham-bam figure

It’s abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless

It’s a see-saw sickness, it’s a snake-bite, low-chant jive

On the century’s crime

Well, it’s a scam, it’s a royal kind of wham-bam figure

It’s abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless

It’s a see-saw sickness, it’s a snake-bite, low-chant jive

On the century’s crime

Hey modern days, we are taken a-back

We’re a flame and a-gog, aloof and inhaled

With a don-don briefcase, oh, wait for our call

And I therefore shall declare

That the stores shall be locked no more

(no more), no more, (no more)

Why shall men suffer, why shall there be freaks?

Why am I still rehearsing a song when I oughta sleep?

'Cos it’s a scam, it’s a royal kind of wham-bam figure

It’s abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless

It’s a see-saw sickness, it’s a snake-bite, low-chant jive

On the century’s crime

Well, it’s a scam, it’s a royal kind of wham-bam figure

It’s abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless

It’s a see-saw sickness, it’s a snake-bite, low-chant jive

On the century’s crime

Oh, chin-batty dour face, why did you go there?

Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home

Hoping it would carry me home

Hoping you would carry me home

Well, it’s a scam, it’s a royal kind of wham-bam figure

It’s abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless

It’s a see-saw sickness, it’s a snake-bite, low-chant jive

On the century’s crime

It’s a scam, it’s a royal kind of wham-bam figure

It’s abrieved in the sense of being up-john and senseless

It’s a see-saw sickness, it’s a snake-bite, low-chant jive

On the century’s crime

Chin-batty dour face, why did you go there?

Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home

Hoping that the wind blows in the right direction

Hoping someone’s calling, offering protection

Chin-batty dour face, why did you go there?

Sitting on a cold stone, waiting for the train home

Hoping that the wind blows in the right direction

Hoping someone’s calling, offering erection