Interpret:

Blur

Album:

Bustin' + Dronin'

Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges
 The sound of magic music in his ears
 Videoed by a bus load of tourists
 Shiny shellsuits on, and drinking lemonade
 Now, I've got a funny feeling which I bought mail order
 From a man in a tee-pee in California
 He said he once was that great game show performer
 Then he blew all his money away, blew it all away
 So take me home, don't leave me alone
 I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
 No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
 I dream to riot, oh you should try it
 I'll eat parole get gold card soul
 Your joy of life is on a roll
 And we'll all be the same in the end
 Cos then you're on your own
 Then you're on your own
 Well, we all go happy day-glo in the discos
 The sound of magic music in our brains
 Someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors
 Says Lord, give me time, for I've jumped into space
 I'm in outer space
 So take me home, don't leave me alone
 I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
 No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
 I dream to riot, oh you should try it
 I'll eat parole get gold card soul
 Your joy of life is on a roll
 And we'll all be the same in the end
 Cos then you're on your own
 Then you're on your own
 So take me home, don't leave me alone
 I'm not that good, but I'm not that bad
 No psycho killer, hooligan guerilla
 I dream to riot, oh you should try it
 I'll eat parole get gold card soul
 Your joy of life is on a roll
 And we'll all be the same in the end
 Cos then you're on your own
 Then you're on your own