No more standing still
Rip up the fast lines
Mind the doors and mind the gap
Never trust a hippy
Or a punk rocker
Never trust a chemist with an eagle on his back

Hi karate aftershave flavoured incense cones
Digging for oil, Digging for gold
Take home your shopping in a plastic carrier bag-wan
Mass produce your idols on the cheap set latex mould

No more standing still
Rip up the fast lines
Mind the doors and mind the gap
Never trust a hippy
Or a punk rocker
Never trust a chemist with an eagle on his back

Fat wallet Buddha ripping the heart out of Liang Shang Po
Digging for oil, digging for gold
This is space cadet calling Tripitarka the otter
Your plastic Buddha can't walk on burning coal

No more standing still
Rip up the fast lines
Mind the doors and mind the gap
Never trust a hippy
Or a punk rocker
Never trust a chemist with an eagle on his back

No more standing still
Rip up the fast lines
Mind the doors and mind the gap
Never trust a hippy
Or a punk rocker
Never trust a chemist with an eagle on his back