They painted us up

and shouted us down

they wanted us to be

just a face in the crowd

and all the time they never saw

the people we are

in a world of fast cars



every time you pass

you try not to laugh at me

you don't want to love me out sympathy

I guess that you admire me

for my humility

in a world of fast cars



We don't hear the jokes

that eveyone else hears

when they walk behind us

on our holidays

we just don't fit into deckchairs

and take walks along the pier



Even the lonely people

deal us out

think I'll walk down town

and sit on a roundabout

and drivers will keep driving

cos' they're too polite to shout

";hey look at that fat boy";

in a world of fast cars