A Faded Photograph Lyrics

Pull up your white socks,

Slip on your shoes,

The turn’s arrived now to sing the blues.

Comb down your mullet,

Trim your moustache,

Take your image from a faded photograph.

And if its gone, before it’s done

Take out the photograph,

And lie it flat,

And never know what’s wrong with that,

It’s gone, your never wrong,

Your never wrong.

Your early flyer,

Open your box,

Your queuing system, your flowing locks.

Your tattooed chairman,

His tattooed wife,

The skinny girl, legs don’t meet, been under the knife

And if its gone, before it’s done

Take out the photograph,

And lie it flat,

And never know what’s wrong with that,

It’s gone, your never wrong,

Your never wrong.

No never more, never a moment to yourself,

The shiny lights are your escape,

Everyone knows you

And your generously healthy lack of pride.

And if its gone, before it’s done

Take out the photograph,

And lie it flat,

And never know what’s wrong with that,

It’s gone, your never wrong,

Your never wrong.

Pull up your white socks

slip on your shoes

the time’s arrived now to pay your dues

A Sunday funday

a drunken laugh

take your image from a faded photograph

take your image from a faded photograph