Interpret:

Blur

Album:

Modern Life Is Rubbish

(Food processors are great!)
 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 waiting, there never seems to be one
 Say something, say something else
 Say something, say something else


 Advertisements are here for rapid persuasion
 If you stare too long you lose your appetite
 A nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
 You need fast relief from aches and stomach pains


 I need a holiday, somewhere in the sun
 With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one
 Say something, say something else
 Say something, say something else


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 12, 13, 14, 15, 16


 (You can have it on the rates
 Yes, ladies and gentlemen, a one week only special offer.)


 You need a holiday, somewhere in the sun
 With all the people who are waiting, there never seems to be one
 Say something, say something else
 Go on!
 Say something, say something else
 Say something, say something else
 Say something, say something else