Whatever happened to the funky race? A generation LOST in pace

Wasn't life supposed to be more than this?

In this kiss I'll change your bore for my bliss

I ask nothing of you, not even your gratitude

Every morning I would see her getting off the bus
The picture never drops, it's like a multicoloured snapshot

stuck in my brain

It kept me sane for a couple of years as it drenched my fears
of becoming like the others
who become unhappy mothers and fathers of unhappy kids

and why is that?

'Cos they've forgotten how to play
Oh, maybe they're afraid to feel ashamed

to seem strange, to seem insane

to gain weight, to seem gay

So, take it to the stage in a multicoloured jacket
Take it jackpot, crackpot, strutting like a peacock
Nailvarnish Arkansas, shimmy-shammy featherboah
Crackpot, haircut, dye your hair in glowing red and blue

Do, do, do what you wanna do

Don't think twice, do what you have to do

Do, do, do, do, let your heart decide what you have to do
That's all there is to find

'Cos it takes a fool to remain sane

Oh, it takes a fool to remain sane