Stepping into Line

I didn't want to leave you behind But your clothes weren't stepping into line Too much self-pity Not enough nitty-gritty And just when you were looking pretty Pretty boring, pretty drab, out of date, colours bad Sawed my suit, looking sad You should know it stays the same No individual's things ever change But if it's new, it's in the past Everything goes by so fast Upstaged by the supporting cast Oh, don't ask the girlfriend to throw it away It'll be in fashion by next Friday Hoping our clothes have something say Take it away! The in vogue clock goes spinning round Space age fashion lifts off the ground Just accept the new faith Try and look common place Instead of looking out of place But can't you see I'm staying still, that rich little bastards made me ill? Ill, ill!