Mr Shallow is on the move I guess
Under the beautician’s knife
He’s got new neighbours to impress
With his painting by numbers life
And box fresh Barbie wife.
No mundanity for Mrs Shallow either
She wears the bullshit so well
She thinks everybody wants to be her
Suppose you never can tell
What rings her fucking bell
Think I’ll stay happy with what I’ve got
In my boring, perfect existence
I’ve hit my nail on the head somewhat
I kinda landed on a sixpence
With my little life of substance.