It could have been Cheryl 
And 20 paparazzi know for sure 
Cos they're hanging round her door 
But Aaaaah she's never there 
She's running around like a refugee 
She's richer than you 
And she's thicker than me. 

It could have been Cheryl 
So think of her when your song is being played 
On Mrs T's Parade 

It could have been Cheryl 
Remember her when you are out of work 
Now who's an angry jerk 

But Aaaaah she's never there 
She's already gone with the jet-set ravers 
Doing reality very few favours 
 

It could have been Cheryl 
And lemmings running daily just to see 
Make me wonder why I signed up as a human being 

It could have been Cheryl 
So look at her and wonder who you are 
She's a media star 
Cheryl's famous ma and pa, Cheryl talking la di da 
Cheryl's new designer bra, daughter of a Russian Cza 
Cheryl used to be a char, Cheryl in her big black car 
With a built in cocktail bar 

Cheryl Aaaaaaah 
It could have been Cheryl Aaaaaah ( X3) 

Cheryl sits in her boudoir 
While her lover plays sitar 
Cheryl at the cinema 
Etc Etc Blah Blah Blah 

Cheryl 

Then the world strikes one 
The high street's dreaming that the trams still run 
And the wartime sirens wail 
Then the world strikes one 
The cats out sleeping in the ten watt sun 
While time and I taxi away 

By gas fire dreaming of the cobblestones at dawn 
Is a tired cinderella, asleep in the cellar 
Her curtains constantly drawn 
While change creeps strangely 
Through the side streets of regret 
Where the train has gone down 
And the bailiffs come round 
And the paving's wet 

The dandelion marine
From Tumbledown to Stonehenge
Was a long way down a rocky road

The dandelion marine
For plymouth and court martial
Recurring dreams
Where friends explode 

The dandelion marine
Returns to mother England
Her copper coins and cloudy days
Her rosey boys and girls
With minds on half-day closing
Red pillar boxes for the mail
To Stanley when the ship sets sail 

The dandelion marine
Joined the travelling people
Having served The Queen
He found a home

The dandelion marine
His mother keeps his medals 
On the mantlepiece
And prays he'll phone

The dandelion marine
Her sleeping hills
And fields of grain
The ragged caravans
And smoky hair at breakfast
The other side of Salisbury plain
Dreaming in a shower of rain

In the land where money wasn't time 
I'll pretend that everything is fine 
And I'll wait around and wait around 
The empty streets where people used to dwell 
I knew them well 

Rusty iron you've been out there far too long 
And your light doesn't blind if I stare 
Day is coming soon 
You'll been outshone by the moon 
There's a change in the air 
But you don't really care 
Or do you? 

Rusty iron you've been out there far too long 
And your light doesn't blind if I stare 
Day is coming soon 
You'll been outshone by the moon 
There's a change in the air 
But you don't really care 
Or do you? 

In the land where everyone was young 
I will stand behind the rusty sun 
And I'll wait around and wait around 
The shipyard cranes who's work was never done 
The men have gone 

Iron sun Iron sun 

Tea's ready Mr Lizard surrrrrrr 

You're a happening guuuuuuy

You're  happening

Hey Bri, better take five
I wasn't sure at all if you were alive
And I know that now you can drive
Co-co-carache every time you arrive 
Because oh- it's likeAmerican trad you wear
You dress a bit like my dad
You eat a cow and a half
You like a good laugh
You kiss Deirdre and it's just like kissing I.C.I.

There's a buzz going round 
But it missed me out 
Like a distant sound of a siren 
Which was too far away 

I regret to inform 
I cannot be there for the latest storm in a teacup 
There's a change from today 

So get another driver for your clockwork train 
Cause I'm taking time, out of mind 
Get another driver for your clockwork train 
I resign from your line 

If I miss the alarm, I will just sleep in 
Cause it takes makes no change in the long run 
When the bandwagon's gone
If you scream out the date, It will make no odds 
I will still be late for my funeral 
Please don't wait for too long 

Get another driver for your clockwork train 
I have done my time circle line 
Get another driver for your clockwork train 
From now on I am gone 

Signal turn to red please do not drag from my bed 
You heard what Mr Beeching said 
You're closing down
Nothing on the rails but the sleepers now 
I can not hear a sound I will not be around 

I wouldn't mind if the day after yesterday
Happened again everyday

Distant bells ringing in an empty sky
Far away in someone else's dream
Time it brings measuring a day gone by
Following a day that I have saved for me

I wouldn't mind if the day after yesterday
Happened again everyday

Dusty sun hanging in the afternoon
Like a face without a frame
Moon in chains sitting in a churchyard 
Crying on a gravestone which bore no name

I wouldn't mind if the day after yesterday
Happened again everyday 

You read it there in the trader's eyes 
That there is something going wrong weatherwise 
On market day, market daaay 

Hello hello 
Too high too high 
I told you so 
Goodbye goodbye 

So they sell their novels and wedding rings 
where the creaking sign of king eddie swings 
On market day, market daaay, market daaay 

And even Hilda the grocer's girl 
Shifts uneasily as the dollars curl 
On market day, market daaay 

She's all venusian flytrap 
But no flies on her on this or any other day 
On market day, market daaay 

Hello hello 
Too high too high 
I told you so 
Goodbye goodbye 

So they man the phones in their stripey shirts 
While their bimbo girlfriends dish the dirt 
On market day, market daaay 

But time will not call me a liar
You can go where you want
But it will never be over until
I take up paper and pen and start to write....
Dear Anya Dear Anya Dear Anya
I only get that far
Dear Anya Dear Anya Dear Anya
I wish that you would tell me where you are

And since you disappeared I have just worn black
And I quit my job and I can't go back
I don't want to eat or drink and I know I must
And the milkman comes but he just brings dust
And I can't believe you're gone and it's like you're dead
And the songs we knew, they go around my head
And the televisions on and I call 'is anybody there?'

The time will not call me a liar
You can go where you want
But it will never be over until
I take up paper and pen and start to write...
Dear Anya Dear Anya Dear Anya
I only get that far
Dear Anya Dear Anya Dear Anya
I wish that you would tell me where you are

Time will not call me a liar
You can go where you want
But it will never be over until
I take up paper and pen and start to write...
Dear Anya Dear Anya Dear Anya
I only get that far
Dear Anya Dear Anya Dear Anya
I wish that you would tell me where you are

Here she come's in God's Cortina
Furry dice and gleaming chrome
Never make a ballerina 
Coming from that kind of home
And she thinks there's nothing finer
Than the sound of breaking china

Ay it's love the anglian way

Marry young and marry pricey
Marry Gary and his car
Starter home will do you nicely
Furnished like a railway bar
Cocktail cabinet fairy light
To luminate the weekly fight

Oh say don't go don't go away
It's love the anglian way
Oh say don't go don't go away

Fighting in God's discount warehouse
With a slag from Traceytown
Greedy farmers meeting London overspill
And bedding down
Now she's into heavy petting
Going steady with some cretin

Oh hey don't go don't go away
It's love the anglian way
don't go don't go away
Oh hey don't go don't go away
It's love the anglian way
don't go don't go away

And she says her love is sleeping
Like a dragon in the sand
And she's having trouble keeping mind in hand

As she shuts her eyes and she keeps quite still
There's a white horse cut into a hill, a far off hill
And a painted lion on a paper kite
And a voice inside her saying
Things are not quite right

And she says her love is sleeping
Like a dragon in the sand
And she's having trouble keeping mind in hand

And she says her love is sleeping
Like a dragon in the sand
And she's having trouble keeping mind in hand

Weekends were all the same
The postman never came
Sunday she stayed in bed
Keeping birthday morning from her head

And as time went by 
She dreamed she could fly
Some birds fly so high
She dreamed she could fly

The drunken stars shine bright
In sparkletown at night
Weekends she stays in town
Monday mornings such a long way down

She crashed but made no sound
Smashed glass on sunlit ground
Until her weekend  came
Friday evening she was up again

One plane in her sky
She dreamed she could fly
One high seagull cry
She dreamed she could fly