It's six o'clock on the dot and i'm half way home
I feel foul mouthed as I stand and wait for the underground
And a nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
I need something to remind me that there's something else
You need a holiday somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are wainting
There never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Advertisements are here for rapid persuasion
If you stay too long you lose your appetite
A nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
You need fast relief from aches and stomach pains
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Writer(s): Damon Albarn, Alexander James Steven, Graham Leslie Coxon, Alexander Rowntree David
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