The boys in the club love the fashion parade
And the girls in the club love the fashion parade
All the people at the top love the fashion parade
People at the top lead the fashion parade
But I am telling you now that it's a bland age
Telling you now that it's a bland age
And the people at the top love the bland age
Yep the people at the top lead the bland age
Where nothing means a lot
And now nothing's all we've got
In the bland age
Well I'm feeling out of place in the fashion parade
And you'll never see my face in the fashion parade
There's a revival every minute in the fashion parade
Cause there's a lot of money in it in the fashion parade
But I am telling you now that it's a bland age
Telling you now that it's a bland age
And we've got to get out of the bland age
Yes we've got to out of this bland age
Where nothing means a lot
And now nothing's all we've got
In the bland age
- Hey everyone, I just got back from the record store and I've got a load of post punk records!
- Oh yeah?
- Yeah, well, see I've been thinking about it for a while. Here's what we're gonna do...
- What?
- Listen to them, and then rip them off!
- Yeeeeeeesss!
- And I reckon we'll make a ton of money.
- A ton of money?
- A ton of money.
- A ton of money?
- Yeah, a ton of money!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Lots of money, lots and lots of money!
Where nothing means a lot
And now nothing's all we've got
In the bland age
"So the group had made it at last. Ambitions realised and they went from strength to strength. Fans and critics joined in their appreciation of their highly original sound and cookery columns followed. But one morning, they woke up, and they weren't popular anymore. The arrival on the scene of 500 new bands sounding exactly the same had destroyed their credibility. The press lost interest, the label dropped them. And the manager... disapeared... with the money."
Lost the money, gone and lost the money!
So what'll I do now? Move home to my parents. Sign on again, maybe spend all my dole money on Britpop records. Make a whole new genre out of Britpop records. Yeah!
Where nothing means a lot
And now nothing's all they've got
In the bland age