Tired of living
in the black and white?
Where fools can tell you
that you're never right
I know a place
where the film's in color
Just step inside of yourself
Here's a place in the front row
So on with the show
The same old shadow on the run
That's no shadow
it's your shadow's son
I know a place
where the pools got water
And you don't need to know
how to swim
Here's the key to the back door
Do you want more
Do you need more?
Same old rhythm
to the same old rhyme
The same old clock
same old time
<Interlude>
There's a place
where the grass is greener
And you can shake
rattle and roll
Here's the key to the front door
Do you want more
Will you need more?
Tired of living
in the black and white
Where no one's wrong
and you're never right
Same old steps
to the same old dance
Just one more reason
one more chance
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born