Me In 3D

Hold your Hands up!

It’s Time to be alive, try the next Shoe Size up

Hold your Hands up! I want to see those Palms

It might cause some Alarm but hold em up, yeah!

Hold your Hands up!

It wasn’t me’s a Philosophy that is completely bankrupt

Come on, hold your Hands up! Hold your hands up!

Hold your Hands, hold your Hands, hold you Hands up!

I wasn’t born to be Bart Simpson. You can’t stay eleven forever

Now, past Infancy I learnt my Lessons at leisure

Through my Quests and Endeavours, different Impressions of Pleasure

Were so often deceptive, led to Confessions of Error

Now, I reckon I’m cleverer, not wise as an Emperor

But I’m definitely better equipped: a richer Adventurer

So Onwards and Upwards cos I can take my own Temperature

And make my own Bed though lying in it could be simpler

But that’s on my own Head, sometimes I wish for the old Homestead

When the Bills read Code Red and the Phone’s dead,

cant find the Loo Rolls or the Clothes Pegs

And my old Friends… most still just chill out having a Reefer.

I’ll leave all that Stuff for Millhouse, Maggie and Lisa

And live my Life in three Dimensions

I’m a grown Man, don’t need to wait till I receive my Pension

To take Responsibility on the Chin and stop fondling

those childish Dreams of Sleepovers and Sponsored Swims

Record buying Binges and posturing

I’m past that whole Beer Monster Thing, nowadays I want to fling

in my Lot with the Nuclear Power Station Technicians

And act as if Life and Death rests on my Decisions

Although Nothing happens without the Manager’s Permission

I’ll hold my Hands up

I wasn’t born to be Bart Simpson

Hold your Hands up!

It’s Time to be alive, try the next Shoe Size up

Hold your Hands up! I want to see those Palms

It might cause some Alarm but hold em up, yeah!

Hold your Hands up!

It wasn’t me’s a Philosophy that is completely bankrupt

Come on, hold your Hands up! Hold your hands up!

Hold your Hands, hold your Hands, hold you Hands up!

Too many B-Boys, want to turn them to the Amen

Perhaps someone should come and steal the Toys from your Playpen

I mean, we all just want to act cool and make Friends

But at the Day's end, our Head's still in the Clouds with the Spacemen

Those Great Men who slay Dragons, the Pirates, the Galleons

The Cowboys shooting Caps from their shiny, silver Handguns

When do I get some live Ammo? First, finish that Jam Sandwich!

We’re old enough to make Babies but not to have Kids

What do you want to be when you grow up? Man, I’m already there

That thought for many makes them fall into Despair

Go back, crawl into their Lair, The Den they made

At age ten, to get away, with Mags open to the centre Page

But those Heroes never grew up either

You’ve got to set your Sights somewhere to be an Underachiever

But there’s no Hunger to leave the Life of follow the Leader

But Sleeping Lions is meant to end when your Mum comes to meet ya

Okay, yeah, you’re out

Nah, look at his chest, up and down, I think he’s breathing

It’s Time to realise that you’re alive for a Reason

You won’t find out what it is while you’re lying there sleeping

So stop your crying and bleating, come on, rise to your Feet and

Get up, dive in the Deep End, Time to be finding your Meaning

We can all yap about how we’re fighting for Freedom

With our Feet up, surfing Channels every Night and all Weekend

'It wasn’t me' is the Slogan- don’t you get tired of repeating?

And if anyone disagrees, then they’re in line for a Beating!

Put your fists down, want to see those Hands rise to the Ceiling. Come on!

Hold your Hands up! You might just find it appealing

Hold your Hands up! Wanna see those Hands in the Air

Hold your Hands up like you care!

Hold your Hands up!

It’s Time to be alive, try the next Shoe Size up

Hold your Hands up! I want to see those Palms

It might cause some Alarm but hold em up, yeah!

Hold your Hands up!

It wasn’t me’s a Philosophy that is completely bankrupt

Come on, hold your Hands up! Hold your hands up!

Hold your Hands, hold your Hands, hold you Hands up!