Glory Days

Composed by：Nick Banks/Jarvis Cocker/Candida Doyle/Antony Genn/Steve Mackey/Mark Webber

Come and play the tunes of glory

Raise your voice in celebration

Of the days that we have wasted in the cafe

In the station

And learn the meaning of existence

In fortnightly installments

Come share this golden age with me

In my single room apartment

And if it all amounts to nothing

It doesn't matter these are still our glory days

Oh my face is unappealing

And my thoughts are unoriginal

I did experiments with substances

But all it did was make me ill

And I I used to do the I Ching

But then I had to feed the meter

Now I can't see into the future

But at least I can use the heater

Oh it doesn't get much better than this

'Cause this is how we live our glory days

And day

And I could be a genius

If I just put my mind to it

And I I could do anything

If only I could get 'round to it

Oh we were brought up on the space race

Now they expect you to clean toilets

When you've seen how big the world is

How can you make do with this

If you want me I'll be sleeping in

Sleeping in throughout these glory days

Oh these glory days can take their toll

So catch me now before I turn to gold

Yeah we'd love to hear your story

Just as long as it tells us where we are

That where we are is where we're meant to be

Oh come on make it up yourself

You don't need anybody else

And I promise I won't sell these days

To anybody else in the world but you

No one but you

No one but you

No one but you

No one but you