Not For The Likes Of Us - Television Personalities

I wouldn’t like to be in your shoes baby

Man, how do you sleep?

Your dinner’s getting burned

While you drink all that she earns

The baby needs changing

Boy, you’re in trouble deep!

Riding on the back of your black Lambretta

Everybody knew your name

We danced all the night to the Motown classics

But look at you now boy

You’re old and set in your ways

Hey don’t come around

In your dressing gown

Crying your crocodile tears

Dancing on my chandelier

It’s not for the likes of us

There is no need to rush

Some of us never take the bus!